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There are clouds in my eyes, there are fire cherries on my cheeks and a slimy taste in my lips.
Reason? A deathly skinny chew-gum boy who don´t give a fuck about what´s around his head. Why should he?
My throat get closed more every time, it's hard to swallow. All I want is turn left and look those big and half closed eyes... black and bright at the same time. they always look like water.
Just as pale as I am... I think it works better in him, 'cause I  can't stop seeing that  skin; it looks like plastic, latex, gum, something out of this world, soft but rough... slim and weak... about to get ripped. I can't take it, he's there so calm and I'm here having sighs with my warm and palpitating mouth.
I wanna  touch that skin, leave marks on it with my desperate fingers, bite those meaty red lips taking all the taste on them, drink all the water in his eyes with a  sharp look full of thirst and make him remember, remember my nails on his skin, my furious lips, my eyes drinking his soul...and so, he will never forget me again.
But the time's the same, the place's the same, I'm the same, his the same and all I can hope is the time to go faster and make me get out of here before I pass out because of his presence.