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Sugar spic(k)e

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No tengo dinero, ni nada que dar.

En este momento de mi vida tengo suficiente para vivir una vida de hombre de bien. De hombre decente.

Pago mis traguitos de miércoles a domingos, descansando los primeros tres días de la semana para evitar caer en la maldición.

Tengo un departamento que de a buenas a primeras no provoca asco en sus visitantes, y déjame decirte que para pleno siglo XXI es todavía razonable darle una categoría distinta al hombre hétero que sí se baña.

Quiero ser sugar daddy, pero la mano invisible no me deja.

Qué rico tener tanto que ser pay pig sea una opción.

Desbordarse de lana, que de amor no hara falta.

Más que sugar daddy, sacarine acquaintance.

Sugar spike.

summertime

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mornings in the summertime were always better

so much better

it is in days like these where I think of you,

laying down under the shade that only this sun can create

a cold shadow in a scalding hot

in a rotation of two, performing under protest

being chosen, not assigned

In the standardized (hah!) test that is this business of living, I can’t help but try and copy the answers on your sheet.

rough lover

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sometimes I wonder why

« I break everything I love »

put a twinkle in your eye

by ear

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I’m alone

I’m on my knees, and I’m alone

Finally, the world has accomplished its goal, and I’m down on my knees

I look up at the distance, used to be so high not long ago.

I’m not even mad at being down here again,

I always said it would be nice to visit,

But did I really have to chase the cheese?

Ahora sé lo que sienten los melones.

That’s what I get

for doing my own stunts.

And here it goes again,

The most prominent proof of the wreckage in my brain.

My lifestyle, driving me places I never meant to be.

I thought deserts were the only ones with mirages,

How did this water get in my ears?

It builds, like a JBL speaker,

And yet there’s no one here.

There it is, the song only I can hear,

It plays every time I am at wit’s end,

where is Sacks when you need him?

The melody fills my ears, yet the fear grows louder,

And then I feel it, the chills in my skin.

Is that your leitmotif?

It is me, not you

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I am broken, I’ve come to learn

This was news to me,

did you know?

Was it obvious?

Some type of support I turned out to be.

Turns out broken people

are not

the best load bearing beams.

I apologize deeply

for the pain I caused

by not knowing myself.

Eros

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i was younger, like 20 years ago, used to be that for every fear, there was a love.

in that world things made sense,

i made sense

philias

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I almost drowned.

Once.

Long ago.

But it happened.

Since then I’ve met all kinds of people with varying degrees of aquaphobia.

I’m not afraid, I say, even though I am; I respect water and acknowledge their might.

I play it safe.

Almost always.

Except when you’re anywhere near.

Your Sirenity is contagious to such a degree,

at times I forget to respect the sea.

I want to swim.

I want to understand.

Why even though you’re afraid of the dark,

also yearn for the depth.