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Polar Lolita
July 27, 2018
I should not have let these thoughts slip,
It is too late now,
I long for december.
I cannot tell,
Cannot confess to you.
I stand away from you, as though
I am gazing at a simple, mesmerizing,
Statue that has stood long
Before my birth.
I wish I was the sculptor,
Feeling every contour, perfection,
And imperfection, to put my all into it.
Even Past it’s prime I am ensnared,
I only know what is here now;
Scorn me, for that is what
I Crave.
I am your Humbert.
I am your Lolita.
© Simon I., Lansing, NY
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