Sunday, August 30, 2009

often aught not utter thoughts

Aug 30, 2009
gone are the days of love letters and gentle romance.

farewell to the nights of easy happenstance.

a simple hope a searching mouse

love hath lost out in choice and spouse.

like the tethered strumming of a classic jazz beat

new memory chills it's hungry heat.

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