drink up the last days of summer.
the last days of youth. or beauty.
and hold fast to the taste of metal and blood
that fill your mouth as you bite your tongue
and hold fast to the words that beg to slip
from your heart and empty into the soul
of his body.
i love you mystery man.
with your walk along stare and your
fast approaching gaze that
makes me forget i was second choice.
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