It hurts so much my shoulder blades ache
I’m so empty that my stomach growls
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You know
that secret place to touch
how to blow my mind
what music makes my body rock
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hand surfing
up, down, left, right
cupped hand catching the breeze
scenery is all but a blur
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Don't worry mo Anam Cara, just stand behind me
Brush your hair upon my spine
Trail your tongue along my ribs
I’m waiting for the pain
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I Live in the alleys
Feed on left-over scraps
Inhaling exhaust fumes
sleep on Cardboard
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As we are trying, to map out our table
Our waiter arrives and decants the wine
Seat shuffling, in the absolute darkness
I hear you breathing with antic-i-pation
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does one bask in the pyramids as they commute
glance at the Eiffel tower while raking their leaves
feel the Alps as they're hanging their clothes
is lady liberty now lost in concrete
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Dredge through work, nothing new
Toiling for my supper
Walk room to room and back again
Feel slightly out of place
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