I've more passion for words than for
almost all things.
There are so many things I don't want
in my life
Save the minutes my mind's eye will
live them, to write.
To love is just work. Dating's always
a bore.
But romance of the mind lets my
intellect soar:
No headfirst beginnings, nor
heartbroken ends,
Just the sloppy wet kiss 'tween my pad
and my pens.
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