Remind me some time --
I shall tell you the tale
of the tortoise and the hare.
Have you ever longed
to be loved by a man
for your gem-like rarity?
Have you felt the warmth
glow from his palm
through your sleeve as he
examines your eyes
the way a jeweler inspects
the facets he's laid bare?
I've heard you aver
you grew up to fast.
But what if you finished last?
Better that, I contend, than to drown
at the halfway point, drawing
the scorpion down with you as you sink.
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