i do it all the time,
waiting to be taken away,
he said:
'carry me and lighten your load,
why don't you want to be mine.'
with poetry in dirty handcuffs,
i cry around the corner,
and the fox offers me his prey,
and so i take it again.
the way i am i find myself,
naked in front of them all,
underneath a soft warm rain,
and with my feet dancing inside,
i cry because of time.
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