We stood on the street corner in the sunlight haze
watching automobiles wind their way to destinies unknown;
she was perfect in some mad beautiful sense
as she gave me an incredible mocking, malicious smile.
I thought to myself, it's too late to fall in love, too many hopes spent,
too long living with emotional deficits,
unfortunately, an unwelcomed acceptance of loneliness.
But damn, attraction for sure, something sexual perhaps,
but I know, I'll just have to continue my slow march to the grave
and gradually, item by item, person by person, leave everything behind.
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