Friday, March 27, 2015

I thought about you and I got lucky.
I thought about it for a while,
we were happy in wine
eyes like a crime about to happen.

I thought about you and I smiled
like a silly child.
I thought about it and I grabbed all I could
with my fist inside you.
I thought to myself,
oh, why? But why,
would you not dry
these taxi tears of mine?

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