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this mind is such a philanderer.
tears, smiles, non-challance -
coy lasses with almost a
cavalier Parisian charm, lure him -
make him swerve, in sparse moments,
from one to the other
with a remorseless elan.

the mind thus cleaves my
sanity, over and over again.
a handsome and dandy parasite
clutching the daisy bunch
which I try to keep in bloom always.