the north flows
west and east
in my arteries
as i lie by
in this waiting
as a nursemaid
puffing on smokes
in the parlor
i am an addict
for affections
wherever they can
be found
the south burns
east then west
in my veins
as i try my-
self to weeping
as a Sunday dress
flowing down a
perfect shape
i am an addict
of affections
whenever they may
be found.
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the more I read this, the more of it I want there to be. I'm not sure why but:
ReplyDeleteas a Sunday dress
flowing down a
perfect shape
always makes me slow down and inspect the rest of it again and again. Great piece.
Daaaaammmnnnnn. This is great.
ReplyDeletethanks guys.
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