Monday

I know you are on time.


Eyes like grey marbles.
I laugh like my father.
Your lips read her lies.
And the man in the corner,
Oh he’s with me.
Did I mention I love this tea?
The song of the evening is a sax love song.
Dance in my shadow
And you’ll see the real me. 
Fingertips that read. 

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