There is no reason,
no shape or form that tells me
what she is or for that matter
how to negotiate with her unreasonable demands.

I know exactly what she
wants me to give
to her extended sickly fingers,
she is tired of this game.

And she is correct
when she says that I am weak
that I am despair,
the moon limping from a violent revolution.

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