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Trickle tickle down my spine,
Chills of knife sharp nature.
Remind my joints of socket points,
That tears like blood-soaked paper.
I swim and squirm like crafty sperm,
A serpent pulling capers.
My stomach sits in twists of fits,
Reminding me of your behavior.
What did he see, what did he think,
Will he go and tell his neighbor?
What should I do, what should I say,
Or should I play it a little safer?
Only one small word, one small thought,
Wouldn’t have exposed the thought – betray her.
If only you would have listened to me,
I wouldn’t be in need of memory eraser.