I MET A GUY LIKE PETER PARKER WHEN HE WAS A FREELANCE WRITER FOR SOMETHING LIKE THE DAILY BUGLE, I WAS A INSPIRING ARTIST AND WRITER ALSO WHO KEPT THINGS SIMPLE AND NEUTRAL... SEE BEING LIKE MARY JANE CAME WITH A HIGH PRICE TAG THAT I WAS WILLING TO PAY, WHY DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH A SUPER HERO WHO SAVING OTHER PEOPLES LIVES GOT IN MY WAY... HE WAS CHARMING & SEXY WITH SOFT BROWN EYES, BUT UNDERNEATH THAT SPIDER MAN MASK HE BECAME SOMETHING I COULDN'T RECOGNIZE... FOR MANY DAYS I WOULD CHOREOGRAPH THIS PHYSICAL DISCIPLINE, KEPT MY PRIZE POSSESSION ON LOCKED DOWN WITH NO KEYS FOR ADMISSION... BUT ALL THOSE DAYS TURNED INTO COLD HARD NIGHTS, THE LANGUAGE I SPOKE OFTEN HIS EARS WOULD STILL FIGHT... MY THOUGHTS WOULD LINGER LIKE CURDS OF SPOILED MILK, WOKE UP IN HARLEM'S BLUES CAUGHT IN WEBS SPUN FROM MASCULINE SILK... IT WAS THE SWEETEST PAIN I EVER HAD TO UNMASK, AND WHEN I'M ALONE BY MYSELF I STILL INDULGE IN THE SCENT OF A RED MANS MASK... I HAVE IT CAPED TO MY HAND FROM THE FIRST TIME HE CAME, SOMETIMES IT AIN'T EASY JUST BEING MARYJANE...
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