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I like you spicy in the morning and still around at night.

My sexiness is worth more than cheap perfume:
I want to learn how to live outside
of myself:
my skin is the limit, not the sky.

The sky; saggy and loose and almost infinite.

And everytime I rip my skin apart it grows back in babyflesh all pinkwhite and see-through and I’ll see you through and I’ll see you even when you’re not around and when you are around
I’ll be facing the saggy sky