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Bellhaven a town of five Grew in his love and potent flares She shivered as she dove Deep beneath his cumbersome faults To the misty beaches in his eyes They ran the grocers Her love of loves Carrying the parcels to waiting cars Making bank trips on bicycle seats ******* all night under uncovered bulbs Market lights on strings of electric Pattern up the ceiling joists She travels her journey In whims of ecstasy And sweeps the storeroom of tattered webs Children join the dusty mop head Ringing the sound of miniature him's She and he's of minute proportions Occupy the grocery carts, the Two wheeled seats of financial ruin. The market lights on strings of wire Sputter with the fading current He ***** the lips of his love of loves And squirrels his toes behind her ankles ******* the night under unsheltered bulbs They all are gone now in Bellhaven The town of five is now beyond the five. They all run around on seats of bicycles Bank drafts and grocery carts All gone to litter. Her love of love gone down in a blizzard Her children amassing out there by the highway Her market light patterning the joists As she dives deep beneath The cumbersome faults.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Cumbersome Faults
Bellhaven a town of five Grew in his love and potent flares She shivered as she dove Deep beneath his cumbersome faults To the misty beaches in his eyes They ran the grocers Her love of loves Carrying the parcels to waiting cars Making bank trips on bicycle seats ******* all night under uncovered bulbs Market lights on strings of electric Pattern up the ceiling joists She travels her journey In whims of ecstasy And sweeps the storeroom of tattered webs Children join the dusty mop head Ringing the sound of miniature him's She and he's of minute proportions Occupy the grocery carts, the Two wheeled seats of financial ruin. The market lights on strings of wire Sputter with the fading current He ***** the lips of his love of loves And squirrels his toes behind her ankles ******* the night under unsheltered bulbs They all are gone now in Bellhaven The town of five is now beyond the five. They all run around on seats of bicycles Bank drafts and grocery carts All gone to litter. Her love of love gone down in a blizzard Her children amassing out there by the highway Her market light patterning the joists As she dives deep beneath The cumbersome faults.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
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