Read or Die?

Morning is ruined by sex before marriage
and a bot-net run by the “alpha” guy of chat.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said her vagina wasn’t fresh…

I was trying to ward her off me.

Now I have wondered why I just cannot let go.
Why must I attach so much to so much.

There are too many things around me.
Too many objects, I want them gone.
I want to write and paint in solitude.

Reading seems worth it in a small way, just small.
Writing is more important than reading.

Anyone can read.

 

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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