you stil out there ?
I... I have no idea what that poem means.. This time, you went ten feet over my head I'm sorry to say..
This very once it was less a matter of poetry based on perception but more so an acknowledgement of my incapabilities to find sexuality or natural desire. Some have reflected upon my circumstances and wished they shared in it, I state it as a curse to which I can share no physical companionship.
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