i fuck my way through sluts and whores
to find my way to you
and in my quest i look for more:
to find what's false,
and even more, what's true
i am a lover made a hater,
madder than a hatter,
with bouts of sanity bursting forth
and ebbing when thoughts of love
do cross my path
and i cross my Ts on paper
and dot my eyes
with pearly tears
and find myself with new faces
wrinkled by memories
and tainted by smears
of words that never vibrated within my ears
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