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Feb 2011
The lips fleet
from one mouth
to another

They once touched mine
and then they ventured
to other reaches

I knew I shouldn’t
be jealous
but I couldn’t help
but being so

For in the end
it is a test
of who has
the most energy

Looks like I lost
out this time

Looks like I lost
out all the times

I could call her a ****
but that would just
be blind anger

She is just like me
free as we can be

But when you
appreciate
a being like that
it hurts

For you finally
get that heart
burning
searing
sting
of rejection
and the
feeling
of being
ultimately
impotent.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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