this is not
this great evening of dancing and
so on
leads to the grand
denouement i become
entangled
at the crucial moment in
my t shirt as i pull it
over
my head all twisted arms and
bare belly she laughs
and
laughs until she cries some things
are meant to be others
are not
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2018-07-03 at 04:53
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by one trick pony Latest textsbirds of a different featheraside to marketa on hwy 1 summit ten of three |
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