Correr!
Run away.
Catch up with someone else,
Elsewhere.
For here you shall find all shoulders cold,
Each time you lean on one.
Make no mistake of whom you know,
Each moment carves a different mould,
Without licentious urges to fool,
As gullible hearts become stone;
Until eventually,
We are all someone else.
Strangers.
Don't you take a chance on one.
For they all know you by heart,
And by something else.
From when you first changed them into men,
and verily someone else.
Shoo.
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