With time
I have realized
that the rare periods of
solitude with
unshared, disengaged self
is a better keep than
dispensing time
playing
hide and seek
with ordinary crotches
inside expensive underwear
What I still don't understand
is why
girls with zigzag hearts
and messed up heads
have lively eyes
but
melancholic
cunts
.
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