Pocket Full of Strangers
At Twenty and Eight
I had a Pocket Full of Strangers;
At Twenty Nine
had a Purse Full of Sweet Regrets.
I had rubbed out
so many sweet things
but that did not sate.
Thirty was my precipice
to go or not to go
or man-less seek
with just me.
While men my age
a single mate.
And I took my
for the best
while yearning too
for the adventures
of Settling's Fate.
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