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ISNTITFUNNYHOWWEDRAGTHINGSOUTALLTHETIMEWE’RENOTAFRAIDOFBEINGWRONGWE’REAFRAIDOFPEOPLEKNOWINGWHOSEFAULTITISTHATSOMEONEELSEISSTUPIDFEELSSTUPIDACTSSTUPIDTOTHEBIGGERCROWDOFEYESSALIVATINGOVERHOWTHEYKNEWTHEYWERERIGHTALLALONG; without plausible evidence, without a reason to stare.

 

we all close our eyes eventually.

- M.M

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Fuck you, I want to

go home inside you but

I'm fucked upon the idea

of another man inside you

in our bed. This is crazy

the stories you tell that cast a spell that I cannot quell. 

WHO ARE YOU? 

The person I run to or

from? 

WHO ARE YOU

An idea or

truth

buried deep inside you. 

WHO ARE YOU? 

Cup one or cup two? 

I'm drunk in this club trying to bury the lines

between the two. 

- V.P

Steven Jones