July for May

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Stalker,
I am your prey,

we are both lost
but you pretend to know the way

I know you stare
when I look the other way

lets pretend that we are both going away
our thoughts stray to a certain May

Out here,
the season shimmies
to saturday soirees
no summers nor fall
just the fall of dusk's curtains
while the crickets call
a plentitude of sepia stories
and the calm vigil of the moth~

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Anonymous said…
i loved that stalker one... superb
February 26, 2014 at 1:35 AM
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