they have their gains
and
they're out there
having it all
in a place
higher then
themselves
but only if you let them.
and I remember my
brain
captivated by the
magic of those rare
delicate creatures
as they found
new ways to kiss
the lips
the ears
the neck
there were nights
firing
at this machine
in the well of
myself
as I sat here
musing
upon them like
toothpicks
"you have a way with words,"
they would say
"but why are you so
quiet all the time, what are you
thinking of?"
"what?!"
"why did you say that! what
the hell is wrong with you?"
"fix it!"
it is better now not
having
to think
about these things
because like them,
I too have choices
and that includes not
having to think
about them
or
their lips or their
eyes or their ears
but when Sydnie sent
me a message
it was like a
spiraling
into the script:
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