Hey
in thin cotton
Atop your bedsheets
Fan blowing, central
Air
Someone/s else beside you
Now. Tonight. Tomorrow. Yesterday.
Whenever, forever. Even alone.
I was just driving so fast now; impossibly fast;
how did I push this so fast ¿
As if speed would either allow me to taste you
Or crash me into a
Different wish.
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