Had I been

I want to be the jealous

Gushing emotion for nothing

Measured and in control

Not a thing to work for

No sacrifice

No committment nor contract

Just the moment

No more a shot in the arm

Or the heart or better yet

the belly never to eat again

to bleed slow from within



Torture it is to give all

and be dismissed

the spirit is better now




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