Men Are But A Distraction

A black hole

My own warmth

A single light 

May or may not be mine

A distraction

An object

Many objects

So many different objects

Which should I choose

NO

Nevermind

I am not supposed to touch the flowers

Their scent is intoxicating 

And full of bullshit

This poem is about: 
Me
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