The World is not my place,
she said,
The corners falling down.
And in some timeless attic way
The lace departs my gown.
My body zoned, permits no frown,
Still on with life I go.
The attic way, a lonely place,
My house for dolls that sin.
With hair uncut(to silence change)
Inside my vault I pace;
Unheard, the echo fades
And shatters my disgrace.
Reason for writing:
Perhaps to touch on that sad perplexity we men feel
when our ladies cannot share "solitudes."
Birth sign: Not entered
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