Hidden mantra:
If it didn't hurt this much
It wouldn't have been worth it
Are these delusions from pain?
Doing this alone amounts to surgery sans anesthesia
So my nose is on the ground but my head is in the clouds
My shoulder is pressed against a vending machine
It's just a casual passive lean, but I wish for a deluge of candy bars
So I keep my mouth open in preparation
One day I will leave my umbrella home under lifeless clear skies
And remove the condom from my wallet before heading out
And that night, I will make love in the driving rain
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