Parallel
To a child, to a wonderful baby,
I’d love to immediately dash forth
To hold and to warm her cold hands (maybe:).
She is sitting in front of me,
I’m opposite her – we’re opposing.
Our wishes are quite pure and filth-free –
It is the bad baby-want we are exposing!
We are parallel on our ways to our jobs.
Our feelings are chained, no-unleashing.
We are just two lonely desireful knobs,
The vain masterpieces of useless wishing!
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