Waking up from a deep, meditative sleep while the rain drown the fumes from the air slipping in from the windows I heard this, coming from somewhere inside of me:
In friendship you find love.
In friendship you find love.
In friendship you find love.
In friendship you find love.
In friendship you find love.
Men don't usually want to be my friend. They want to have me, inhale my breath, wipe their sweaty skin on mine and move on.
In men you find sex.
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