He Had None
what a funny night
meet up at the club
what a fine young man
totally my type
he opened his mouth
a few words said
yet i heard blank
eyes crazy big
my heart was hurt
i giggled
his forhead
dripping sweat
front row
no teeth
tear
Copyright © Michelle Pryor | Year Posted 2010
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