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for that working girl, for you, for me
Hunger did I for this. Alone, thoughts only mine with none to bother but none to share. The half moon hangs in mid sky, shining little can it do and darkness covers most as the night works to turn to morn. Slow transition for those two and share this time do they, with me, and with the lone black who roams the concrete outside the door asking for cigarette, 'only one' he says. Dizzy the head and too many 'only one's bring pain to the chest that houses the heart that beats here. Irritant far away, that bothersome one that wears me to frazzle, he with the fancy pen and lovely ass. Time spent running from him amounts to much and worn to nub are senses, strength drained, reservoir low. Selfish am I, giving little unless forced and only grudgingly does it come. That man, north he lies this moment, a strange growth and sustenance for roots only caustic piss during formation did he take. Aside from the sometimes brusque exterior and coat dry and brittle from slings and arrows that hit the mark each time driven his way, underneath lives a prince and walk anywhere for me would he do. Understand him not do I though continuance of the effort will not cease for there is gold there, gems of grand, and he is mine. I miss him now.
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