Tempo and furor
A sweeping waltz across
Dark floors with hidden pitfalls
I miss the pitfalls
& cascade like Alice
wrapped in the colors
of cheap alcohol cans
Sweet to drink but hard to swallow
I am in danger for my carelessness &
Carnivorous
There’s always something left to say
There’s always some other quiet
Admission
& my admission is clear:
“What wouldn’t I have given
To have tired of you”:
Yet I fear that will never occur
● LM
So much said in so less word. There on insta for interacting ?
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