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usually i am the one who
needs to have your kisses and your touch
in the mood of this night i may need to get out
quick to the street and out along the
unusual route i enjoy taking to go when
ending the evening with one more scene
set the stage and ready the lights and
the curtain soon enough will rise
after this weekend nothing can suprise me ever again
nobody would show up concerned if i disappear
doing my best to get through the winter
and then i can just become the lost soul i am
reaching out to into the darkness to let the inner
demons play for the crowd
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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