Do you carry me still ?
In rooms of drink and cigarette smoke
Your gaze falling from velvet drapes
To my poetry bleeding upon the floor
Crying infantile and seeing ghosts
Dying at midnight..so surrender
For my coat will not save you
But it may seduce the chill to warmth.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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