Three, And a Crowd.

Tokyo Compression, by Michael Wolf

never before has my mind
been tickled to the point of
such spasmodic eruptions;
and to think that until yesterday,
i’d always thought of you two
as nothing but a pair of
painfully clueless sobersides,
craving nothing, but a little
bite of lust, and a slice
of youthful attention


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