November 22, 2015

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I don’t remember being here before.

The walls speak of things I’m not aware of.

I am just a tourist

in your hometown.

Who are you people?

What are your expectations?

Let’s cook dinner together.

Let’s have sex together.

I’ll share my deepest secrets

feel free to brag about yourselves.

Don’t treat me well

I might leave running.

Don’t treat me bad either

I might come back.

Just pretend that

I was always here

or that you never had a chance

of meeting me before.

I can be your friend

I can be your lover

I can show you other ways

to refine yourselves further.

Besides, tourists have an unexplained

abundance of energy.

Until they feel congested

and decide to go home.

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