aiming at something close; just beyond
my sight; there where the forks lay down
with the spoons, the cutlery carves
my name in without a date; nothing else
says I was here; your unmentionables
still burn in my barn of cares.
aiming at something close; just beyond
my sight; there where the forks lay down
with the spoons, the cutlery carves
my name in without a date; nothing else
says I was here; your unmentionables
still burn in my barn of cares.
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