If you could be game, Muse
If you could be present, DJ
If you could be available, Friend
I would wrap your mind in fun
Kiss your neck freely at all hours
See your pain and raise you up a little every day
Because you are worth it
and so am I
Laugh with me into the sunset
And while I fantasized those soft lips that bruised mine
The mirrors of abject fear cloaked in beauty
Freckles and changed pallor of early morning
Seen and appreciated
A dying man vomited on the carpet
His skeleton barely sustaining the t-shirt
Cool grey sockets to match his hair
Struggling for dignity and a bathroom
"oh man oh man oh man"
Both of us willing with all of our might
To be a stuffed animal instead of a peanut
Both of us
Refusing to give up
Just yet
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