Sex and Crying
By jestronlyrests
Here I come,
you know what I'm thinking.
My arms and legs around me,
my body push to walk me out.
Pin my dreams
with your little needles.
My dear stuck pig,
keep the light from coming in.
Hold my tears,
they are heavy and carry many stories...
I pass my pain to you.
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