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Blind Faith

Today
men are flexing in the playa, 
showing off their stuff.
Hey,
I'm married and not interested.
It's what goes on inside, 
I think.
But I recall the train from Cuzco.
This guy had a problem with his shorts,
adjusting himself,
as pulling taffy.
I wanted to slap him silly.
Now, 
I watch these men through blinds.
Blinded by the light of day,
or perhaps 
their own hand.
Hey, 
I'm married and not interested.
It's what goes on inside,
I think.


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