His legs are on my fingersI crush him in an instantLooked up, saw aBlackness floating,Coaxing, almost flyingUninvited, coming closerTo my unkowing headI put it to an endAn end to explorationAn end to survivalGuilt flows gradualMy sorry skin with soapI wash awayHis body, downward,No, he cannot stay
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