rows and rows
your threadbare
unique dazzling eyes
darlin don’t stare
it’s unkind
a poster on a wall has no choice
but you dear
call the shots
your eyes
icy they dream
on mine
dear I don’t mind
rows and rows
tidy and unclean
the bareness shows
obscene
you know
lay down your tongue
rest the soul inside
muscles glare
in my headlights
you stare
I’ll never see
beyond worn rugs and vales
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