500 MILES
I have traveled, good God, I
have traveled - 500 miles for love,
500 miles for hate, 500 miles for bad,
500 miles for great. Look at that worn-out
muscle, the one that ambitions my hand. I
have turned a million handles, I have seen
a million lands. Let me turn all this over:
I am not you, you are not me. Though we
kiss and mingle, though the flesh of our bodies
merge and tingle, what results is still a one-on-one.
I have traveled 500 miles, and I've now only just begun.
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