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I walk like a tiger, a great mass of fear
meandering through crowds of ants.
None of them has a name.

She was different though, more a hungry spider,
tickling my skin as she crawled inside my head.
I could picture her tied to a bed

handcuffed and beaten blue as the sky,
with purple birds circling like vultures.
I would fuck her till her eyes popped out.

Insects don't really see anyway.

After the grotesque closing scene
the cameras would stop rolling
and we would both die.

Just like Romeo and Juliet.

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