She could love.

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She could love.

The happy man

And the sad mad

The same man in his madness

And the other man who extracted her sanity

From her upper lip 

While feeding her walnuts 

And touching her breast. 


She could love. 

Her quiet self

And her loud self

And the self who drove him mad. 


She could love him, 

And him, and him, 

And she could even love the one 

Whom the others didn't love. 


Her love is a gift that has no condition 

That marks him a good guy

And another a not so good guy, 

A kind king or a darey knight,

Sometimes the dragon,

Whose powers were dormant. 

And she loves

Their selves,

Their suits,

Their roles. 

She dresses up to play along

And dances till sunrise 

And sometimes till dawn. 

















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