running around the insides
of your last remaining selfless act –
I cannot escape; locked
between walls of remorse – the
thought of sharing the 7 years of lust
with whatever part of you
you will be willing to share –
scares me into mindless depictions
of sexual innuendos.
At the end of the road
there will always be a traffic light.
Just pick your lane
wisely.
In the end – it will always be
your loss.
May 13th – Eden Prairie
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