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Again, Failure

Tonight, I lay down peacefully
To take into account
What actions that has passed
And come to the conclusion of failure.

Ignorant in the ways
Of the ritual courtship.
I find myself in a state of
Loneliness and utter depression.

And to compliment the pain
Is the knowledge that
The task at hand
Was not one of great difficulty.

A task of conjoining
Myself of the masculine type
To another of the feminine gender
Building us both into one whole entity.

This simple task
Was one of most importance
To the meaning of live
I have forged for me.

A simple reason
To awaken in the morning
To live throughout the day
And to wait to do it again tomorrow.

Now this desire must wait
For another one and another time
And until then I will
Harbor thoughts of past failure.

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