If These Walls Could Talk, They’d Say Deeper

By Aundréa Murray and Tavarius Shines

Your outsides feel

so good inside of me.

Like cold water

hitting your throat,

I can sense the rush of both pain and pleasure

Drop after drop.

You were as close to claustrophobic,

as a first cousin.

You knew

every secret,

As I knew yours,

so Victoria like.

I felt the prints you left.

Like,

you’ve made your mark.

Most of me wanted to get a grip.

All of me wanted you to keep your grip.

With flashbacks of my throwbacks,

I look forward to the future.

So Deloreon like.

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