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No Good Boys, No Bad Boys


Are there no good boys

Are there no bad boys

Only those of pure intent

Some of their intentions
simply came and went

They are the ciphered
the authors of who they are
and what they meant

Make no bold inquiries
Don't' ask of them the golden questions lost

Be not ever a wanton wanting woman
Be not reconciled
there is a cost

There are no good boys
there are no bad boys
I'm told

only those of pure intent
be wary of those bring intentions
their vagaries
more constant
than the words they spent.



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composed on a train ride on 4/24/2024
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