Poem!
It may excite you,
Sin, wrong,
Strangers bare,
Or seeming bare.
You may justify,
You may even fight!
And bite and scratch,
To defend what's wrong!
What's always, always, objectively wrong!
And fight, once on the top branches,
Now upon the lowly mass of floor boards-bored;
Sin, it bores me,any
image worn bare,
...
Sinfulness, boredom,
All blasé all- same.
...
But love,
It does not bore me, not in any way!
Love- I want,
Sinfulness is just raw, uncooked,
Not love, I am not bored!
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