a trillion suns in a tizzy
lining up alphabetically and preparing for
their baccalaureate. straightening their bow ties for,
well,
creation.
and then, just like middle age, we're all standing around kicking the dirt.
how many times can i hold my breath while i take down my panties?
how many times can there be first sex?
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