Calamine

Spent a month on calamine
Touchless duchess bathed in brine
Her skin is bubbling but mine is fine in my
Calamine
In my

My eyes are locked on spinning fans
While I'm willing over what I understand
Whatever makes me doesn't make a man, not in time
Or in
Calamine
Not in
Calamine

I shake things up with a
Little touch
Before she says you
Touch too much
It's an itching, burning touch, of mine
Caked in
Calamine
Bathed in
Calamine



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Writer(s): Alec Szuba
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