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Once upon a time, Terry had a tender. A tender so thick, each passing of each other in small spaces led to the softest fender-bender. Terry took time and pride, whenever Dope wanted to come through and bend over. Dope likes to throw it around in circles and bounce on it; and that’s at the beginning, not right before the show is over.
Dope — and her summertime, honey-toned skin; Dope — and her — curly brown hair; making her toes curl, softly kissing her pearl right there.
Dope is so cold; Dope, AF. I had to give her an alias. I had to write her poetry every day. When I couldn’t touch her frame; I found myself craving her form in the shape of rhyme patterns. I found myself an atomic mass, making a splash inside of her nucleus. Physics, meet Chemistry; liquid objects, meet energy, with pheromones and heightened sensory processes.
Dope is Light. Like, light rays.
Like eternal day.
Like, she looks my way, and it’s either; it’s going to be her way; or, I was speaking, but fuck it — I forgot what I was going to say!
Like — I miss you, Dope. I thought I could just saline wash you out of my system, yet, it’s the beauty in the addiction that won’t allow these shakes to go away.
Like — you can be ninety-three million miles away, but if I get too close, you’ll burn me; but I want you…
