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Apr 2011
My desires are insatiable.

My attempts to move on
only reassure the necessity.

Were I to ask of you
where your passion leads,
would you let me down softly
or take me by the hand?

In this age of chaos and revolt,
one must be loved by another.

Times are changing and so am I.

I've come out from my cocoon
entered a pig, escaped a man.

This transformation is in distress.

Requires more attention.
Needs more intelligence.
Hungers for contact.
Thirsts for love.
Christopher Hayes
Written by
Christopher Hayes
   Joshua Smith
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