touch. ( for daximusprime)

today i cried

because i realized

how many live a lie

and never touch their inside 

like a third rail they are electrified

by my inner vibe

they float above me shaking

begging attention

like a white baby on a black nipple

stomping around mind is cripple

closed doors trained you on all fours

go get yours, 

touch your inside

it feels terrific so we can live again like a 

heiroglyphic

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