came in
drew devils
on the wall
new house
dictates new routines
threw
her arms
around me
a choke hold
of love not regret
she tires easily
mistakes
mine for other voices
i beg to differ
and wind up
on my knees
all night long
who's easier
on the eyes
than i
this pale form
empty
of broken baggage
unclaimed.
-jim hill
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