~
I am daylight
of a dissolving stay
in Paris
looking over
wrought-iron dreams
peering through
baroque and promises
at the ransom note
written on
a sleeping **** sunbather's
**********
where it reads:
"...our marriage
was nothing more
than a foxhole to you."
~
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC
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I am daylight
of a dissolving stay
in Paris
looking over
wrought-iron dreams
peering through
baroque and promises
at the ransom note
written on
a sleeping **** sunbather's
**********
where it reads:
"...our marriage
was nothing more
than a foxhole to you."
~
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