Sinead Murphy · Jan 12, 2012
Legs Eleven

Strings and conditions
don't puppeteer this
love.
The anchor is too
strong, the ship cannot
leave the harbor, or so
You say.

This is what you insist
upon; the solid foundation
Of fragile feeling-
Unsinkability of
Titanic proportions.

Pull the other leg,
Babe

I'm kicking the habit
with this one.

 
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