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Apr 14
She gets close
like butter on toast
melts into my arms
hardens
onto every crevice of my psyche
I might be f
                      a
                          
            ­             l
                          
                            l
                              ing in love
but before I can hit the ground
shes lost and I've not found
but a momentum
a memory, some dissipated energy

I wanted her on Saturday mornings
dreaming next to me
her hair a cocoon around her face
protecting from my kiss
projecting, I resist the impulse to
this world is objective isn't it true
the thought of me and you
so selfish

she pretends to be in love
I pretend not to be, can't help it
a look in her eyes I thought I felt it
there was nothing there
she doesn't care
I'm a victim ensnared
by the rose bush that is her love
Venus in Scorpio
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Venus in Scorpio
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