Knot Too Tight
he dreams of foreign lands
sucking him in
inhaling his thoughts like the
nicotine cigarettes
we all smoke
while staring and sitting across from
him
and
him
existing with an invisible mask
seen only by him with her
with
him
dancing in the shadows
for both hims
thinking
of soft pink flesh and good smells
connected to
long red hair
it's all mine
he thinks
was mine
he thinks
though we all smile
philosophy crumbles on the corner of mouths
tears of final contentment
as he
loves him
for loving
her for
loving him
for loving her
and him.
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