Out of work muse
seeks out of words poet.
Must love grammar,
discord, whole days lost
to plotting coups through bitten lips
and safe words drawn with fingertips;
should know to not break my heart
at night, when there are still
hours of emptiness to fill up with sorrow.
Available evenings, starting tomorrow.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
Out of work muse
seeks out of words poet.
Must love grammar,
discord, whole days lost
to plotting coups through bitten lips
and safe words drawn with fingertips;
should know to not break my heart
at night, when there are still
hours of emptiness to fill up with sorrow.
Available evenings, starting tomorrow.
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