Such a therapist
I play games in my mind -- behind papers never
Written about the tired person I am --
She's trying to praise my grief
On papers gone to early retirement
On shelves of book stores
Where the bourgeois are the first clients to borrow
The fairy tale that's posted in Friday's edition of a
She's trying to decorate me with
A lower analogy of R.I.P. poets
Who produced the best comedies
Of their life
By blank papers and faked orgasm
As their own hangmen
But She, She must be warned! It's a static position!
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Will never be tested twice
Not in this scenario
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