i want to touch your feet feel your lines your bones
play with the one like that in my knee
touch your crumbling face
i am reselecting music on my ipod inches from a mummy.
i am disappointed your face is just a burnt ball.
usai.
i reach out and peel away the rough thin linen
reveal your teeth intact and offer you
a cup of tea a kiss for luck.
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you are born with ass.
