Why, why can't I...why can't I just like a girl
without the twisted means, the stupid schemes
the boyish need to feel
along with the redundant love notes, emotional discharge
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instead of holding my brain in my hands mimicking cradling an infant
instead of dwelling in this current animosity. big questions at the face of painful realities of life...... thank you very much dear poet. tony
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instead of holding my brain in my hands mimicking cradling an infant instead of dwelling in this current animosity. big questions at the face of painful realities of life...... thank you very much dear poet. tony