Bourbon refugee
by 
Bobo
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Posted: 12 December 2003 Word Count: 56 |
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Should I crack
your skull open to see?
Me.
Must I stab you
for my presence to be felt?
I AM HERE,
right here -
please acknowledge.
Some sign,
any sign,
would help.
The spirit in your palm,
dark and potent,
offers no real warmth.
Just a reassuring numbness
of detachment.
I AM HERE,
right here.
your skull open to see?
Me.
Must I stab you
for my presence to be felt?
I AM HERE,
right here -
please acknowledge.
Some sign,
any sign,
would help.
The spirit in your palm,
dark and potent,
offers no real warmth.
Just a reassuring numbness
of detachment.
I AM HERE,
right here.
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