Holidays
Everyone is listening,
and being empathetic.
Holidays are meaningless.
Isn't it great?
The less you wash your hands
the more you catch feelings,
just never wear gloves.
And oh my, I don't know why,
but, with my eye up to your thigh
I can see the sky, a greasy magpie
in flight.
I love it when you
bite
into my psyche
take a chunk
or two outta me,
and set me free
so tenderly.
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