Wednesday 28 March 2018

Wanda

He won't break you, without a wail of pain, what it is to lose, scrubbed by fire, you don't know what to do, except resist desire, he tempts you with a Brew, on yellow sand makes haste, what's not to choose, like a bird on a wire, it's hard to disdain, what is up for hire, know what you've been through, don't laugh uncertain, your bones tell the truth, his tongue won't ask why, you live without stain, or forget that patch of sky, your heart seeks good news, follows down the lane, some things you can't fool, you won't see him again.

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