Netflix and chill?


                     I
The noise becomes a comfort.
Fear of one more feeling felt.
With a desire to avert
tripping the alarm bells.

                    II
Justice (as is its enemy
desire) is only the ally.
Leaving the one, I want to be,
for it's the dogma of goodbye.

                    III
The value of my libido,
a cigar that is out of luck.
Drowning in a tuxedo,
it's one more meaningless fuck.

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