Hosting.

Thoughts dance around the bits of my boyhood he left wet.

A faint kiss- bred hole, invited

and we are here online.

Screaming red. Where courage is immaterial and pertinent.

Cutting words travel days and leave behind wash basons full of tears

too unsidedly

and i’m still here.

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