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A Fool's Game

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You think me a fool?

But are not all?

So why do you choose now to enlighten me?

Have you deemed necessary the twisted fingers of your rhetoric

To unbraid my hair?

To allow it the first taste of the wind's kisses?

Is this so you may feel the jagged edge of power

To be the first to view my countenance?

Oh, you do me no favor, good sir!

You are not my lord or liege

And I am not your mistress

Captured treasure

Harem girl.

You are no more than an unsalted dog yourself.

Too full of arrogant ignorance to realize

That I am the one that twisted and bound my hair

And I am the one who will release it from the cage

To soar freely again.

Not as a gift to you or any other

But because I long to do so for myself

You have been graced to stand in my breath

And now my travels lead me elsewhere

So you are welcome to stay until winter's chill

To ponder and too lately understand

That you love me

But I no longer will be here to listen.


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Love it!

wickedwahine_69
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Thank you.

grunfruaorshell
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Beautiful work shell. So much so that I must insist on a revision. Line 15 To should be Too. I love the use of what might be called anachronistic verse to define a modern attitude. Well done.

Alberto
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Sharp eye and revision made...thank you as always my friend. Glad you enjoyed it.

grunfruaorshell
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