And even then, she waits. . .
Today I made a professional man laugh
What’s next?
Why maybe tomorrow I will dine with the king and queen
Something happens between now and then, from the first hello with a smile to the moment I take off my clothes and stare at myself in the mirror.
My self-esteem is like the unknown variable between the brackets, just begging to be isolated and solved.
And when I am known, then what will I represent besides a very puzzling equation in the midst of other terms?
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