The little man that I don't know.
The little man that tells me so...
many things...
That some I remember and some
I forget.
The little man in my head that
is now here
now there.
To go alone would be unwise.
To go to hell.
But why do we go anyways?
Ask him.
He will know.
So wise for a little man of so few years.
Some days I think I know
but I'm wrong.
Why? Because he told me so.
Sex is the open door to his heart
but to get it would be to
hurt him
to know
you run
they all do
I did
And he hates
or is it love
only an observation
only an observation
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