Friday, 22 August 2014
the presents
a shoulder
a hand
an offered elbow
an eye for beauty
an ear for bullshit
perennial poems
admiration always
undying affection
invincible hope
all the songs I ever sing
and every one of our stars
These are my gifts
since I can't send flowers
in return for all the love letters
from admirers of others.
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