Non-Erotic PoetryCommunity BodySomething's crawling up my back
with seething yellow and bad breath
like a stank community body pile of
wishes. Like being led through a maze
of mirrors. The thing that creeps with
stench on my right, grapples and climbs
my arms and left shoulder. To hold up its
weight in gold.
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