"The Woman" made me wonder if you know me. I am still not sure if this would be the best of me, the worst of me, or if my question is meant for me. You twisty, wicked, truth telling pen you. I flip my hair and giggle at my reflection. I get tired of wondering lazily appropriate a token of the east to pacify my altruistic pathology, or is that pathological altruism? I always get those two confused, but I never let that question linger at the coffee table too long. Well, not this particular one - this mass-produced-from-scraps-of-pine one. Which brings me to my intended question, "The Man, would you carve me a new one?"
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Hokis | Poetry 