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segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2014

cleansing

All my exes have turned into
housewives:
they lurk here and there,
behind the bushes,
trimming shrubs,
picking flowers.

And if my chest is an egg
they have picked at it,
but they never bothered
to fry or boil me.

And that is my Achilles heel:
I always find a way to beat around my bush
while picking pansies with thorns.

All my exes have turned into
housewives:
and I have become their mop.