(sharing is painful:)
You might like it or hate it. I don't know how I feel about it.

Here goes:


i guess
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wild animals
blasting mating calls
from stereos
in the bedrooms of houses
i question the purpose
of the love songs
wondering if they
really insert the love
in the making of
or if they exist as brilliant
peacock feathers
designed to
mesmerize
hypnotizing a partner
to participate in the
march of life
what then am i as wife?
even the king's current queen of
the jungle
does not take grasp of that
title
and at times
i feel that i
was merely an animal
wearing a white dress
making a promise on a
bible
spraying my scent to all
of my rivals...
i guess...

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