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Put me in your pocket and keep me for later.

I can be anything you want me to be

as long as I’m used.

As long as I’m used.

You don’t need to know where I’ve been,

Whose pants I’ve been in,

Who soiled me last.

I’m passed around

and that’s how I like it.

I’ve seen the worlds

behind your closed doors.

In dingy hotel rooms

In the backseat of cars

And in your bedroom

Smelling of want

Feeling like need

Between the breasts of women

that put me there in the first place.

Between the lips of men

with mouths that swallow the world.

I’ve been everywhere,

so if you want to use me

go ahead.

As long as you use me.



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