The seclusion, the pleasure

Written by Justin Eulalio


I feel so Great surrounded by these white walls

I can paint them with my eye-rolls


Pick your escape, I’ve had mine for years

What was a joke turned into my every night

You don’t think I go to bed alone, do you


I can say that I’m the one avoiding the jungle

My excuse is that no one else feels quite as Good

Is it a lie when it doesn’t come from the mouth


My isolation is made easy due to motion

He’s been my boyfriend and my husband

He may be your father


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