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cagebird, my soul is interupted

She is this;
the pair of legs
the heart
the ass
nothing more you can say
can make her anything more
than what she is
she is sorrow
she is anger.
she is in the place
where men of centuries have lost
their minds.
And when it goes away
it never comes back.
when it is there
you do not know it is there.
Still you fantasize about it
lose it
put it off
beg for it;
men with their
weird love
crave for it.
being careful with a woman
is something
you never learned

12 Feb 07

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