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sex at 52


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what I do, driven that it gets 
no better, a world of thin design

of what men have done and said, becomes opposite in the obsessive blind 
reliance on their gizmos in this lie I'm driven 

to the fuck, a joke

so the coat leaks  & lets me 
to the weather/dull suburbs as landscape when I look out 
the bus- despondency 
to sex 
  	as a force against it.