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A body now beseiged by man breasts,
I pull one out, the left one, the one
most vulnerable to your driving skills,
and not so much as try to make out with
myself in public but am looking to see
if I really can kiss my own nipple. 
How far can I move this huge body around
in this tiny car? Will I be a good prostitute
in the next after? You see, it is going to be
a cruel winter, and I just want to see you laugh,
hard,one more time before the pieces between
the brain gives us instructions that have become 
almost atavistic in its own memories. Horde 
heavy clothing,wads of cash, pay bills sooner,
clean out your colon, love longer and harder.
This stunt is as close as I can try to leave
you something
anything
before i go.

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