One leg on another, sometimes apart
Still, sometimes I pace about randomly.
I lie down
I do all of this
And I wonder,
Wonder a lot.
Think is the word,
Reverie is what others call it.
As long as I think,
And no one can truly know what I think,
I’m a mystery
An object looked at with fascination even when loathed.
I’m a virgin
And I can never be naked.
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