I will take care of you….
The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him.
“Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my insides out, love had turn my insides to black and cold. Love had made me bleed, make me scream to the 3 am moon. Pretty words, pretty faces. Leftover whispered remembered, pretty face to burn the soul. Love be sweet, love be damned. We want everything and we want nothing. Reluctance kisses can turn to desperate needs.”
Pretty woman smiled and she whispered. Dear Johnnie. The night be lonely, the night be cold in the bed of one. Need for us to add, one and one. When the numbered fall right, we can be alright. We feast on life and love, thinking there is no payment. Everything cost plenty. You are I. Two dancing people seeking peace in the…
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