Don't sweat it out or drool
And stand up straight
What are you expecting
Answers to questions but there are none
The only answer is wrong and you
Your will is against the other wills
My will is irredeemable and also
Wrong facing
Stop leaning you'll fall
There is polish to your lies
And you look not inelegant at times
Spare me however those looks of
Admiration and or seduction
Spare me too the sweep of your embrace and the
Eye contact when you look downwards
Distrust and blood and sweat and drool
Your DNA is mixing all up
With mine
I feel the combination
I feel the closeness gripping
Like an ever tightening fist
Like a trap
Your DNA and mine
All over the place
By: Daniel Smallegange
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