There are girls who dance deftly across
stage's center.
Others sit in eyes' corners, just
waiting to enter.
There are friends I might like to cast
in new roles
And betrayers whose grasp emptily,
sound depths of my soul,
Go-out girls and stay-in girls, for my
glutton and sloth,
Girls like Liberty Poem, made up from
whole cloth,
Desirees with desires, from here to
earth's end,
But the ones that mean something, they
remain now as friends.
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