oh dear , wooyoungie.
the first boy that kissed me
held my shoulders down
like the handlebars of
the first bicycle
he ever rode
he had the smell of
starvation on his lips
which he picked up from
his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m.
he was the first boy
to teach me my body was
for giving to those that wanted
that i should feel anything
less than whole
and my god
did i feel as empty
as his mother at 4:25 a.m.
- san
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