Are You Reading Me?
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Incorporate
The front door squeaks
my pressure peaks
one steaming cup
new tickets up
the best day in weeks,
the food is fresh
unlike my flesh
as passion feeds
my dreams and deeds
that have yet to mesh.
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