He is sweet, but a man
In order to protect me
he loses
himself in impotence
acting tall
doesn't want to be consolable
on his haunches in the corner
hesitates to change
and ponders about a miracle
from himself, hungrily
the fire beats out of his heart
searching for fuel and glory
seeking balance and afraid
to find it in the ashes
of his desires
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