your love tickles
my brain wires.
you tell lies,
and it ripples.
the moment you glanced upon my eyes,
you struggle with riddles.
the rage rips my being,
and peels the skin.
and what's there within?
except the feeling?
the empty tube.
i dance around it with restless glare,
but deep inside i declare: beware,
if others feel it, then
you too
you too
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