The beast arose from my body
It has forever been shackled to my inside
Waiting for an intimate moment to unravel through my blood
I thought to myself
Is it worth it?
To soil my reputation? To
endanger my innocence?
Yes
For I have longed to be desired
If I had only known this pebble of a memory would soon become
A boulder
S p i r a l i n g out of control
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