In fact a vastly worse off thing
The longer that I draw it out
And keep myself from slipping out
Of meter though that may just be
Inside my head because it can't
Be so simple to define the way
In which this sentence has no start
And plays against my failing brain
To hit the circuits I have missed
Translating into ebbing flows
That catch the stocking cap I see
against the window pane
And God I love that boy's hair
The way it falls around his face
And I perform my gender but
I know that still I wonder if
He's got a tattoo on his hand where else the ink
may have spilled but
That is kept inside and so
This sentence has no meaning still.
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