Nor the boy who was your first crush
Nor the handsome sailor with whom you danced the first time
Nor your generous boss who taught you all the rules
I am the faceless distraction of your life
I am the lubricant to the life, dreary and lonely
I am unleashed energy when life gets lethargic
I am fantasy and the smell of anticipated sex
I am nothing more than a surrogate without a face
I am everything you need with no release
I am sin without guilt or absolution
I am the question in the face of your solutions
You won’t remember me tomorrow
Don’t look in my eyes today
I am nothing more than escape
In a hallway of mirrors with false doors
Don’t follow me
Don’t remember me

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