Poetry, you slut
Letting everyone divide
Your legs of meaning
Why must you always
Make me and surely others
Question what you say?
Might it be because
Like the others before you,
You feel emptiness?
Closed I lie waiting
For a love that I can share
Without dark secrets
Be with me here, now,
Don’t try to analyze this
Or you’ll just lose me.
Do you want my truth
Or am I just your conquest,
Forgotten once read?
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