To Gabriel
I gloss over my moods
With a sparkly L’oreal
And lock eyes briefly
With no one in particular
Strangers seem plenty
I’m wary of the city
Its perversities I distrust
Even its curiosities I spurn--
But even the homeless have homes; well they must
Maybe a pedestal in someone’s heart; Thus
Give them claims to life and trust; But
They leave me energy for one thing, just!
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