Calculated Love
The mathematical love
Of the cunning girl
Bites and slits
The many tube-like veins
Of your heart
The distant stare
From across the room
Stabs daggers in your eyes
And the blood begins to flow
Like an unnatural stream of tears
In those streams floats a canoe
Ridden by an Urge
And the Urge keeps paddling
Away at the blood
Anxious to go faster and faster
And faster still
Until, the girl's cunning
Makes itself visible
To you and you then make
Yourself visible to it
And you realize that
She was not a girl at all
But a muddled puddle
In which your bleeding eyes
Stare back at you
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