Wandering in exile,
gazing at photographs of
beautiful girls.
the mind stabs itself
with a nail,
marveling at its stupidity.
at the way it denied itself
the winning ticket to
the lottery of affection.
Today, I'm a maggot
in the unknown.
Chewing it.
Piece by piece.
But I'll die
if I remain a larvae
forever.
Yet there's no money
for another ticket.
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