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Feb 2020
I still like, like her
she mightn't be real

she may have once
though she will
never admit it

I think a woman knows
if a man
knows what women like

if, what women like
is ******
then I don't really know

she knows that,
but that's not what she wants
tonight

she knows I will be with her
during the darkest nights

the inconsolable,
seemingly endless,
empty
alone
and utterly despairing
nights
when no light
enters
a dark closed cell
forever locked
in the coldest
hell.
jiminy-littly
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jiminy-littly  M/NYC
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