i'm lyrical
i'm sexual
i'm a teenage animal
with quivering lips
and a corrosive tongue
hunting the distorted concrete
for an excuse to write again
emotional alibis
finding beauty in your image
clarity in your wavelength
but my imagination
is a false perception
your eyes are absent
yet reveal so much
why are all the angels blind?
poetry is self-preservation
prevention
my fountain of carnal yearning |
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