you`r younger than I
just a tad
but younger.
and at most days
I envy you.
you leap from boy
to boy
flip them around
like heterogeneous toys.
I have nothing but the silence
of my better poetry
just a tad
but it`s bitter.
I have no man
swooning over me
I cannot speak
properly
I do not blurt
well put ideas.
but I
am content.
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