A gentleman
named calm water
asks me to stick
as space sucks.
His round and square chest
hugs my head
with a black bandage
and teaches the me behind
how sexy could be a bone.
It teaches it so well
that counting gets precisely far
and the easier one a mess.
Here I stand
skinned and wet
holding my running dress
and bearing your sideways glances.
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