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Poem

Yesterday you past
into your lips... your hips and your breasts a
poor unconsummated memory.
 
we spent sick days
was tragic sometimes
sometimes was silly.
 
but sometimes it was on a sweet log
on a long walk after dinner
in your windy warm energy jeans.
 
fingers touching.
Préféré par...
Cory Garcia
Autres oeuvres par Jim Carroll ...
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