I'm old yet bold
I'm sick of this
the same shape
of life that's my
wife what a life
ha I cry thinking
of those eyes of
deception with
no impression of
guilt that satin silk
gown of wonder my
lover I'm old and
sick of all of you.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
I'm old yet bold
I'm sick of this
the same shape
of life that's my
wife what a life
ha I cry thinking
of those eyes of
deception with
no impression of
guilt that satin silk
gown of wonder my
lover I'm old and
sick of all of you.
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