The first
‘Hello there’,
twirling dirt on the floor
Am I blushing again?
Damn! I wish this didn’t happen
Bit my lips, I swear
again
Here, feel this
fever
Awe your hand cool
as winter
Burns on the skin of
my hand
My temple burns like
the stove
My face could fry
you froth
I think I should
sprint
Alas, my feet are
bond
What superglue
What strange
numbness
Nerves, blood rushing
Through and through
Million eyeballs
Blank countenance
Dodgy peace
No people, there’s
nothing here
It’s hard to imagine
you naked
That’s my friend’s advice
I can’t toddle or
lope
and my foot
it won’t budge or move.
it won’t budge or move.
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