4-1-14

hiding
it was
in the back of the book
a few scrawled together words of
the mostly honest type
wishes that lead to the pitifull
sort of time, away time,
apart minutes that multiply to be
a touch that we have
been waiting far too short a
period of time to get our hands on
whoever could be that type of
picky love-filled territory in the head
those kind of words watch for
pseudo- authority inspections

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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