Math In Verse, Vol. 1

Claustrophilia

It’s just me throwing myself at you,

romance as usual, us times us,

not lust but moxibustion,

a substance burning close

to the body as possible

without risk of immolation.

[…]

Smoke Again

I know that bangers jam, that’s why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy yum, that’s the f***ing bombest
Lean all on the square, that’s a f***in’ rhombus

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