"What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"
—Langston Hughes
I was a tailbone lust reader back in my angsty teenage days. For some reason today I felt the urge to revisit tailbone lust, which lead me here.
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