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a new way of looking at... writings >> ron reece >> infantile self-absorption |
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You dangle your charms in from of me I pretend not to see Dou you take me for such a simple creature? You want me. You can’t have me I win a silent victory A slight from me to you Evens the score against your gender All the times I failed Squash the yearning inside With a Cool Stone Tell me, how does it fell? In the pit of doubt Whirlwind of anxiety Sea of uncertainty Fire of unsated passion Not too fun, eh? Good. |