No Notion

But I wish her to mean less than she does,
Tickled cheeks,
Bring about jumping skin and irritable feet,
She could of been more whenever she was.

Like motion pictures? Do the emotions be,
Lapping hearts but twice,
Drumming hearts break ice,
Beating better feelings free.

Open a happy mind to drop words of contempt,
Point the fallen words toward injustices,
That boons go limp,
As a soul just as his,
Holding the pain of his dying world,
I want no woman but a dying girl.


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