Pornographic pretense endless cyber view can't stay online 5 minutes they'll shove it right at you all of it so phony all of it so fake old men pretending to be young young women on the make no real release in words nor imagery is there nor love and not affection just cold keyboard to the touch no honey i'm home and i love you so much cursed to endure this coldness by my folly filled existence decisions that I made then seem so foolish in hindsight cannot do it over dress rehearsal's done, can't lie down in clover, without the warming sun. everybody cyber surfing sex and chat no one left is outside yet just taking an old walk yes, the streets are empty, neighbors shut inside no talking to one another it's the very silence that does cry no one's holding hands like the Beatles they did sing in that time of long ago when we hadn't much of anything.Birth sign: Pisces
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