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The Unharmonious Nonheartbreak
what i want apparently changes by the second,
right when i thought i knew what i wanted - the opposite beckoned,
nightly, through such diverse desires i must wade and sort,
imaginary scenarios, readily born to take flight at the lax airport,
mind a sex shop with varied, 24 hour erotic shows
inescapable, like dreams shaped by the city of the meadows,
small world: unbelievable beauty witnessed last night, couldnt talk to her,
ate, tipped, left; life magnifies all that we never were,
if i could, would i even want the pictures to come alive?
put em away,
close my eyes,
thoughts speed off to live what i cant - its ok though,
how else would i be able to sleep till tomorrows sunrise...
