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It doesn't mean as much
When I only exist in your upper-right corner.

I join in your masquerade,
Pop on the smile,
Thank you away
Before you see
You've crack my porcelain heart.
I lifted my foot,
I really didn't have to.
One stomp to assure.
Haiku
Partly playful
Peculiar friend,
Who's ends bend
When hands descend.
It'd be great to spend
This week's end
With lovely little
Female friend.

A touch so warm,
I do bestow,
So deep and firm
From head to toe.
This night so cold,
A chance for me
To grip so tight
And bite and breathe.
A beat to life one sometimes needs.
Silly me.
Chastized me, how dare I want.
Your insignificant dilemmas,
The crisis queen has selfishly kept my heart
As I fester in this corner.

I, the jonah, vicariously burning,
I, the ungodly freak, fed your masked scraps.
I, the fool, bathe in your false hopes.
I, the *****, am entitled to no affinity.

Yearning for a place, a moment, *une amie.
Turn off all the lights;
ceiling, closet, hall, and eyes;
Now I'm in your mind.
Haiku
I see myself,
Sitting in a chair at night.
Hoping, forever.
Haiku
Yes
Yes
My clock,
my friend,
it tells me when
that yes turned into no.

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