

M taught me how to hide.There used to be a little boy living here. He had no name but they called him So. Do you know how he died? Oh silly you, he hasn't died yet.M taught me how to hide.
So,
he was just a plastic bag filled with blood that broke. way up there on the hill by the shore. We told him not to go, but he didn't listen! What a shame.
All that blood fell into the sea. I told his mother So but she didn't believe me She didn't even look!
My hands are clean and
these teeth are brand new. I got them at the foreign shop 'coz well i hate keeping bloody money on me. &nb


SKIN:as told by my fingertipstip tap skim smooth across the globe of your skin. Down subtle curves and fleshy crescendos, limbs silky beads of sweat- peaks.SKIN:as told by my fingertips
Tentative territory of touch spontaneous
firing of synapses.
Short strokes pondered relentless breaths sharp mutterings.
Torn flesh wet with spit- no touch. Specific, hesitant, slow and greasy.
Pressure shaped
rounded
surface, indulge in sensation and revel in attention.
I glide along memories,
hovering awareness of heat and hair’s perception.
the tiny vessels beneath me constrict near the surface, old friend

<3/C
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silly me to think that you were sinking
<remind me next time to leave those floats behind>
[despite my blurred mind and abstract~NESS i found that my emotions led me to you. stayed with you. i found that i love/d you. you're the best i ever knew]
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