I surround myself with things that are beautiful and desired.
All these great toys still have a very limited capacity to fill desolation.
Things that are real…
Those crevices and spaces in between don’t have to be dark, just because they are lonely.
Beauty will fade.
Truth will not.
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Tiny fingers twirl
“See me, see me” is your call
You hug me tight now
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Even the soft skin
and lingering woman scent
sums zero, sans love.
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Deep in the midst of debauchery, I wallow. Waking up far to many days in a row with someone new. Awash of tangled sweaty bodies. Some of note, some not.
Most will be folded neatly, and stuffed into my Memory Warehouse. Packed away. Some made the highlight reel, for future enjoyment.
The cross reference section of the catalog may need some new buffering:
Surely a song for each, will be fitting. Something to pop up on the radio or play list to remind me.
John Hughes will jump out from behind the bush and yell: “Cut!”.
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TWIST THOSE FILTHY BAGS!!!
E cups rawk. Damn. (0)(0)
Nom Nom Delicious Cake.
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