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sometimes stars don't cross they smack right into eachother and crack like eggs gutsack was supposed to duct tape me to a tree and crack my skin open with hard eggshells and that musclebound Nippon Professional throwing arm of his~ i was supposed to be his local yolkel. yolk rolling down my body in the invincible sun. sun caking me into a golden trophy of love i have dreams about gutsy. mouth clenches his rubber ball... saliva drips all over his face. onto the sheets. unexpected, a plastic apex is swiftly inserted, and he flinches in recoil or is that me? love can be like a mirror yknow, you forget who's who