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ALL WOMEN SOOTH MY SADNESS

all women sooth my sadness

memory passes in romantized ideal

her softness silk smooth and moist

her fully realized beauty

unbeknownst to her

walks without inhibition

bridging delight and suffering

selfish in my embrace of forgetting

fully aware of the temporary

intoxicated on the moment

dope zen knife in heart

I give and receive with no measure

truths razor wit

cuts with delight

she reads Mozarts, a little night music

from the score

written on a pillow