i like myself in that picture
somewhere in Dubai
after the desert safari
then to the mall behind me
a statue of the horse as you
order pasta, and you take a
picture of me, my hands supporting
my chin, you like it,
black and white, no hues...
as you demand that love must
be.
either/or, nothing in between,
mutually exclusive, which of course
i now regret.
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