Bunches of punches poem that can be found performed on youtube.

  No-one’s gonna find me. I’m behind you. When I whisper I will shift from side to side, inside your blindspot, while you wish for . .every little thing I say to stop brushing your ear.

 No-one’s gonna find me. Don’t you mind me. I’m a sucker for someone to stay real close to(like a ghost). And you’re in luck. You’re gonna get all kinds of haunted, ’cause you want it. Say you like it, and I’ll give a little giggle like I’m single. Nice to meet you. It’s so swell to be invited, as the pig. I’ll surely eat you, because we should be united(less of you and more of me). There’s no reason you should fight it. I’m a dream you never dreamed . .and every little thing I say is what you’re gonna hear.

 No-one’s gonna find me, just try looking. I’ve been cooking up creative ways of hiding, just deciding which is slickest, because I’m a real cool guy. I’ll suprise you into stitches. Gonna laugh the whole day through, just me and you. You’ll be so happy! When we’re having all the good times, wish that you could look at me. I can feel us geeting closer. You should know sir, I’m a clinger. I can get a bit obsessive. I’m a mess if I can’t linger all around, on, and inside you. You can’t see me, but I’ll find you.. You’re so easy. I’m behind you. I can feel you. When you shudder are you cold because I’m cold? I’ll warm you up a little butter. I’m much better with a lubricant(much wetter when I’m using it) . .and I won’t let this conversation between us go dry.

 No-one’s gonna find me deep inside you. When you smile I will smile. I like smiling all the time ’cause it’s my favorite, and I saved it super special, just for you. It’s all yours if you can find it, but I’m blinded from your view. I’m still whispering. Just nod if you’re still listening. You won’t stop me with your silent treatment. I’ve been treated worse. If you don’t want me say it like you mean it. Just a little curse. Be sure to hurt me, but I’m still not leaving. I get a little lonely when exposed outside my hiding place. You’re the only one who knows me when I’m frozen and I hide my face . .but I can’t stop that odd sensation you would rather die.

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