humppa on emotions

take out the soul

and stump it vigorously.

because you can,

the game is joyful.

the color is red.

don’t look at me conspicuously –

the bet is set.

who wins?

the one who is hurting

or the one who’s hurt?

i’ve never known anyone

who wanted to be stirred

the way i want you

to mess me up

because a stop

is not a possibility

at top,

neither is serenity.

the bubble is popped,

the cards are drawn –

we must accept

the fortune choses us

and all respect

is given to the calamity

of feeling flaws

and saying no’s

before it is too late.

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