Damp thighs

I give and I give

And sometimes

I can’t.

I live life like a shot bullet,

Only calming down when I hit a wall or bone,

Red hot to touch and sleeping burning.

Give me the kick I desire,

Shoot me back out there

Or run away before I explode.

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