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tell me the ways to work inside,
list for me all the parts i need to play,
a sensualist? should i commit myself to every touch?
should i pay homage, and kiss what you disgrace?
need i be a friend, a girl, boy, parent, mentor, subordinate?
should i ask questions?

i'll live as a petty crook, a master of locks
opening your mind, feeling your secrets

I'll be the player who glides across a stage, performing
the wondrous desires for the audience of one

this book of endless chapters, indulged, reading listlessly
i've an obsession, she only has one name.

heroes, for heroes, they're useless, saving someone
who never needs to be saved, stemming from the
natural catastrophe

undressing your heart is harder than your clothes,
repeat to me the words that "love isn't physical"