Zywa
A life of my own
On the edge, I'm dripping out
from my jumps in men
their nice words
sex and impatience
Wishing to give each other everything but
not knowing how subsequently
to lead a life of our own
Thinking about that for so long
that it is a problem
insoluble for logic
from which it originated
and elusive
for my unrest that fears
to miss opportunities
and is distracted
by the laughing and dancing
of the passing people who
did not pay attention to me
did not pay attention to mé
on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated beauty
on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated desire
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