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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “THE MASKING OF LOSS” we used to talk a lot. we collaborated our ideas into something that's had me hooked since. she's been in a new relationship for a while and it's clearly gone to her head. there hasn't been much time between the two but if you ever saw her, you'd know why she has a boy- friend every few months. it's the damnedest thing though, she's losing her hair on top and it's making her forehead bigger. she's also getting wider at the hips and as it goes her butt is getting bigger too. but it isn't a bigger that's good. don't get me wrong, all females are prepossessing but this just isn't working for her. she's arrogant. that is the ugliness of the combination. she used to be decent and now it's falling apart. if she humbled herself into submission then all of what she's lost control of, would fall into place. females are affected by everything that enters their lives. some use it for change, others use it to mask deeper desires. I can only watch as the hair recedes, as the hips get wider, as male after male rack up stories of sexual performance out of insecurity. as her name gets whispered in the dark night of sexual filth, she still has to count the hair strands that fall and the number of jeans that don't fit. no amount of sex can keep the walls from closing in. at the end, inside her nights, she still has to look at the crack in her ceiling. By: Chicano Eddie 9-28-2016
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