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(A lone voice whispers)
Does the lonely soul with broken wings
Still cry as they wallow
Grieve and sing
Does the heartbroken walk
Head down
With an invisible frown
Looking at sharp pavements
Littered in broken glass emotions
Where they are cursed
To wear their hearts on their sleeves
For when lust for a new love life has you in its grip
That unquenchable temptation to be violated
Or to enter new flesh
To penetrate deeper mentally into unknown wet territories
To really sate your soul for fifteen minutes or so
As you clash climatically
Clinging to the thought
This new form of love will last forever
Whilst bound tightly together with pheromone's emitting
Soft aromas of immeasurable pleasure
Which smell of shiny black leather
Will thoughts of eventually being one those lonely souls that grieves
The pavement kings and queens
When they eventually leave
Just be another conspiracy theory
That you were played to get laid
That many will never believe?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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