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Balance lost

He needed to breathe but not to speak
he enjoyed to laugh but not to sound
behind his mouth he had a counter
he used it to balance his darker wishes.

He found himself giving some information
to the birds, of how they should fly,
he managed to fly once on the love of a guy
he stayed there for a moment or two before he died.

He never knew that sex was not a book
he was trying to get horny by reading his dick
when he realized that there was no culture on it
he just grabbed it, balance lost, eyes shut and that was it.