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[sunbomb]

I am above men,
fearing nothing and
welcoming
loneliness

I can crush you in many ways:
in the palm of my hand
with the tip of my pen
under my foot, you are an insect.

But I'm a nice person, for the most part.

However, if you could read my mind - see my thoughts
as bloody entrails slapped against stained glass
like the passion of the Christ meets suicide bombings,
I wouldn't seem so nice. Luckily, for both of us,
transferring my thoughts to real-life never was my forte

I have a little money and I'm up for anything this weekend
I won't be at home, so I'll call you