Mexican tapeworms and Spanish fly.
There's a bullseye on her back.
And a tally on the wall.
I've envisioned some romantic dream.
That I swear is true.
I'm on the wrong map in the wrong place.
Delightfully captivated by fools.
No matter.
I've got the right tools for the job.
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There is a theory that the precursor to compassion and kindness is love for oneself. This is not easily attained. "Luv is a battlefield".
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