Lucky is the man who finds that part of you that makes your soul disintegrate a little everywhere.
There’s this spot.
Lucky is the man who finds that part of you that makes your soul disintegrate a little everywhere.
A little gesture that can last a lifetime.
A peewee firecracker that can detonate roads and tiny continents.
An innocent tease that feels like actual penetration.
That’s what this spot can do.
Make a mountain out of a molehill,
The inaudible audible.
A man out of a child.
That spot is you.
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