The first woman you love
is the last woman you love....
the first woman you love
is the only woman you love...
Whores walk up my street and I say no
Divorced women walk up my street
and I say no
Gay men walk up my street
and I say no
Tired widows walk up my street and
I say no
Young betrayed girls
walk up my street
and I say no
and I'm tired of explaining
and saying no
while love fucking lingers in me
like cancer
like love
like cancer,
like something
worth dying for...
The first woman you love
is the last woman you love...
and I said no!
Actually, this poem is perfect.
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