it’s been like rooming
with a centipede.
hearing all those shoes drop.
wondering how many are left to go.
stepping out of bed
in bare feet.
measuring the odds
of feeling the whisper of thin legs
crossing in waves
over my charged skin.
it’s been like rooming
with a centipede.
hearing all those shoes drop.
wondering how many are left to go.
stepping out of bed
in bare feet.
measuring the odds
of feeling the whisper of thin legs
crossing in waves
over my charged skin.
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