I am to blame too -
for my worriless smile always inviting
even as my eyes warn
"we shall get hurt"
- tho'our touching skin is light
Shouldn't we guilt-trip my over-arching
overly dramatic way (the impulsive-neurotic)
of giving it away?
If we are to fault one for wanting it together
and simple, using time up as currency
to wane hurt , drive away anger
then why don't
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