got home
safe
pebbles in good shoes
grate her
feet
tendrils of fibers
choke at
me
act out your manhood
stammer
stunned
relative quickness
premature
ejaculate trapped
safe and
clean
groveling sickening
i plead like
a child
one for the road
my dear destination
home
is
farther now
there was nothing
there was something
there was nothingness
there was somethingness
there were
personality types
psychoactives
distilled spirits
needles
blood and urine
medications
astrological signs
there were
opportunities
bleeding in the road
while she burned
away
hours
there were
sanctified
moments
she felt like shit
there was
work
then there
was work
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