Like a faucet
Turned on
Very similar to the facet of this fact
That needs exploration,
Explanation,
Action.
Did it matter then that it happened
Once upon a time,
Upon some slithering snakes
Dancing to see who
The real charmer is?
Like a disease
Spreading
Almost the same as a pair of limbs
Accepting and praying
Quickly closing,
Now running.
Does it matter now that a pair ponders
Over bones set into play,
Whilst roaring in delight, disgust
Fighting to see who
The real winner is?
Like a home
Haunted
As her eyes, his touch, their faces
Look confused,
Bruised,
Used.
Will it matter that they have set
The rules, perchance to break,
The stage where a poor soul stands
Waiting to see who
The real man is?
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