your head says no
but every fiber of your being
ignores the head and reaches
for its liquor its drugs its cunt its cock
its pillow to clutch and corner to suck
you follow your heart down to its pit
and think it's your own choice
but sometimes the heart says one thing
and the head says another and it turns out
your head was right...could you bear that
if you sought an answer to your hunger
fed by griefs and doubts and fears beyond mastery
because you waited for something else to happen?
nothing happens but this...what you do and how you'll do...
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