abnormally attracted to sin

I can’t wait for my heart to stop its plea of sane insanity,

LIGHTER than ever before

and give me a warning that it will STOP beating before I turn 37.

So, here, while listening to a new CD,

I let my dancing sway its feathery machinery – knees knocking,

Bending a little

to deflate the man who recently left me along to wonder WHY he ever had to leave me ALONE.

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