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Sep 2017
with dirt on your hands
and art on your tongue
you sleep next to me
in the middle of a summer day

you treat my *****
with caresses
left unfelt

and i say,
the day is plain
and the sun is out

and you can't help
but long for the moon
to bring her back.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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