Friday, 17 January 2025

Suzie

She dances without asking why , it's what she likes to do, gives it one more try, all the love she's shown, comes blowing back to you, makes it one last throw, worms beneath her feet deny, fishing baskets are their due, everyone has the same right, and the lover she's outgrown, no more hides at truth, warms its own cold bones, are there any easy nights, other than doodle doo, bankers hang you out to dry, won't go back to loans, her bond's beyond the sky, done with strutting moaners, shipwrecks of design.

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