Some of us, wide-eyed,
go wandering out into
the world, expecting—
some thing.
She kissed me, and,
in that lay
the (w)hole
of what was
to come.
Soaked in time, she rolls
in words that hold
some meaning, coating
herself entirely, enterally,
preparing to digest some
opportunity—
at her most honest,
she is her most
opportunistic.
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