I am a wild virgin

I am a wild virgin 

Thrown on the footsteps of a seemingly blind man

As his heals do not follow direction they echo

Like a final hour

Night is getting uncertain

On all sides of the street lamp

watching the patter of

Heart monologues

Nobody sees anyhow

No, nobody hears it

Have you got the right pear of eyes

Suitable for a new love ?

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