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Don't Make Me Emotional Now
That
Fucking
Word
"Masculinity"
rides through tongue
like a Kawi*
throttling
bend 16
-Ingwe
in a final lap
Slides as a oil-spill
during change
over leathers
soakng
jeans
leaving
the black
to live forever
in denim dreams
While the skin
tanned
olive
is shaded
in grease
that fills
pores
settling
in crease-marks
like tattoos
of hardships
and jail cells
When the trench
was filled
building
a fucking city
for humanity
in the dusk
left
by riders
who built
nothing more
than a
thunder-storm
Then you come along
stubborn
as fuck
full of sass
wearing
hell
in an aftermath
saying
"I trust you"
and
it's
gone
That
Fucking
Word
"Masculinity"
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