On the fifth of the month, I asked you to get the fuck out,
and you did no such thing,
so I recounted everything for you,
and it was in my last harangue that I figured as much,
that I figured it all out
Sex was never the weapon,
you were
because you felt nothing on the left side of your chest
because you felt nothing in you cortex
There was nothing cerebral or correct or just about any of this,
but you taught me that,
that justification was nothing if not confounding
unless it was out there swimming in solitude,
in a pool of dissipating virtue,
somewhere beyond the Fata Morgana
Sometimes you can not go far enough!!!!!
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