Would it be I could live two lives.
Not twice. That's not what I mean.
Simultaneous. Porous.
Eating from both tables.
Not sampling - no.
Full on, all in.
As if there were ample hours in the day.
And enough to go around.
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The broad stiff smile that comes not from deep inside but stays on the face, mask-like and inept. Smile because you can't help yourself, not because you think I want you to. I don't.
The fake laugh eclipses all false expression. You, a mere mortal should not attempt this. Your real laugh is something I could live on, like food and water. This artifice is nails on a blackboard.
Lean into the boredom and lull that comes up while you are with me. I'm not a glutton for attention like the others.
I notice everything, whether I want to or not.
Help me out with my curse. I'd rather you were just naked with me.
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