Skin in the Morning - by Erik Smith

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i stand in the morning
looking into the mirror
looking down at what was growing
growing the night before

the skin in the mirror
i touch it to see if it's real
how it got so big last night
how it is so big thismorning
where did it all come from
but i'm glad it's here
the skin in the mirror
how could this be a horror
how huge and pure it is
who else wants to touch this

want to fuck it?
want to run your tongue across it?
who gives a shit.
come with it, and take it.

i stand at night
in the dim lights of the bathroom
looking at it in the mirror
oh when i was younger
it wasn't anything like this
but what has happened
where did it all come from
why do we have to cover in clothes
let it wave in the wind

it isn't what you think
you can't get it all in your mouth
you can come try
but it wont happen
you can come today
and give it a try

want to fuck it?
want to run your tongue across it?
who gives a shit.
come with it, and take it.
want to fuck it?
the skin in the mirror
how huge and pure it is
want to fuck it?
who gives a shit.

 

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