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she's not rock postal... 
she designed the plank... 
Knows how to avoid the edge... 

she doesn't need to talk to you, 
...but will listen with intent... 

she used to pull the wings 
off flies... 
something, she learned, 
now regrets... 

if she catches you in a lie, 
she'll bend you over backwards, 
to keep the love alive... 

you cannot negotiate, 
nor persuade her, 
she's always a jump ahead... 
arrangements have been made... 
nothing needs to be said... 

she is my critic, my ruse, 
my muse, 
she comes without 
straight strategy... 

she doesn't give men 
the wrong message... 
clear and concise... 
if needed she can be nice... 

she is not manufactured, 
there is no agony in her 
final judgement...she kept 
you in the loop.. 

you know what is coming, 
she will face you, 
with her you won't be duped... 

she leaves the righteous
to their rituals... 
perceptual analyser- 
love the greatest equalizer... 

her popular theory, 
her woman elite... 
she abdicated, 
the sin of adam, 
chose a life with her eve... 

she redesigned
what she chose to forget... 
a heaven from hell... 
this very seperation... 
discontinued relation... 

savour every moment, 
every hour spent 
a living breathing token... 
her loving gesture... 
illuminates and laughs 
in the face of a life without regret... 

never one for fantasies, 
fairytales-her logic defies, 
defined unafraid to be herself, 
herself...she is all the time... 

without obsession, 
her needs are gently met, 
a time for eveything, 
everything in time... 

she appreciates 
any differences, 
they are vital to the mix... 
as long as they're non violent, 
corrupt, or deliberately 
misrepresent... 

she remembers every face, 
she may choose to ignore you, 
your belief system a disgrace... 

she won't begrudge 
your opinion, but will be wary 
all the same...for your opinion 
your belief system 
is how society was framed... 

she can sense your politics, 
yourself hatred, your understanding 
of the world...a committment 
to prejudging 
is everyones' demon curse... 

she only asks for mutual respect... 
all your hatred she holds in contempt... 
there is more than one road to happiness... 

...for her insight 
...not blind she invites
you to live your life
to live your life content...

...for if we are not ourselves
together...
...we are not ourselves alone..
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