Tuesday, January 4

my back is my back is my back is my asshole.

I should have never let you go away. But now I would have to live in Oregon.

My back takes the shape of you. It is used to being you or next to you or alongside the long tale of you. I push it down further and further, I push and push so that my tale has again the shape of me.

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