Wait
Strings are hanging
Around her, as fetish
What she knows is physic
Posing and attracting
I have failed in success
I ask me “What’s failure? ”
Dumb are those who reject
They see me as strange.
Like grass, husk, green
Out of crack, I shall, will
Raise my head, and sneak
I will come, wait for me.
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