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Ouch! Shit. That hurt. The numbness is lingering upon my upper lip as if to mock the lower one of its emotions. Sensitivity must have been forgotten when my hands got ahold of that half moon. The silly symbols jumping across it’s outward body crying out for the least bit of attention that I never give. Here we go. Taking a step forward again into this voyages waters. The smell erects my senses. That upper lip of mine that was left senseless is now prepared. The ripples under my eyelids therefore under my eyes tell a story. The floodgates upon you tasteless one have been broken. Will you soothe my morning blues away or hurt me? Pointless thoughts bounce off your outer shell as you enter. Enter with tenderness this time love. Don’t leave me bitter as your taste. The anticipation sparks as my buds take charge. No breaths are to be taken in these long moments filled with few seconds. Hazelnut and sugars are missed. As my hand pulls you away my eyes lock onto your abyss. Maybe your requirements will be earned tomorrow.