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| i strip down to the flesh and then i strip right on down to the soul while a thin cloud of music fills my head such a void, so dense and intense and it pulls me to the page not like anything else. on my face, and beseeching (i lust after approval) but after all, you're just like me anyway no better, anyway my whole life dripping like a dying river down my face past this mass of flesh mapped out by you carefully selected sections categorized like everything you are and then suddenly, i just let go. |