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Point blankYou are nobody's boyfriendJust a series of anatomy lessonsUnder your specific skinTreating your cells like a stamp collectionFraming your (stick of?) dickBehind monitor glassUnholy and wholly unsettledLike unearthed indian bonesWith fleabitten anklesAnd itchy blanket bedsImpressed from a wet pocketIn a packed flat desertEven place callsWith the numbers on men's room wallsYou are nobody's boyfriendJust a series of anatomy lessonsUnder your specific skin
From Letras Mania