Sunday

To be an icon.

i want my words to flow like waterfalls
and stick like runny honey
i want my sentences to jump off the page
and writhe and poke around your chest
i want each letter to spit itself out
and dance on your shoulders and kiss your face
i want my soul to spill it's blood and guts all over this screen
then you will touch it and lick it and keep it
and then i will be a part of you for ever and ever
and for ever and ever we'll be together forever

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