a boy on the internet is without physical form
they are mist and fog and they swarm
they are flowers and spiders and outsiders in their head
they are nice 'til they're not then they want you all dead
they are wolves hunting foxes from their subterranean boxes
they are threats and phone calls and doxxes
they open veins and close ranks and spit and wank and love you
they come and they go posting school pictures of you
a boy on the internet makes porn versions of the women he knows
a man on the internet is bones
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