(llxxiv)
Beneath her sophistry, I could discern
A sadness state which I could tick ignore
In one night stand, preceding babes of yore,
My black notebook read one skirt chasing churn.
My feelings dark, unseen, objects to spurn,
Especially vague anger coiled at core,
Now featured throughout afterglow to floor,
Scorch fake apologies, the taking turn.
My libido was leveled while she talked,
I nodded nudist at her ups and downs,
And whereas previously I would have balked
At sympathising, flushed I felt my frowns.
I started seeing her some person, no thing,
Our future aired or further than a fling.
(Chorus)
o thing
o piece
o object
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