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D.Joseph
I didn't move to the city
the city moved to me
Requiem #1

Everyone keeps saying
I get more and more handsome …
I feel as though
I AM becoming
more and more bright …
Despite all this
I am still alone every night …
The charming beauty
at the top of the staircase …
Every man sees her …
Every man’s desire …
After ejaculation they are better without. They
go back to their loveless marriage.
Known misery and desperation
are better (to them) than work
and prolonged elation.
Joy is a liquid, aiming to flood out.

POSTED Aug 15 2011 @ 10:44
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