Poem 6
The sound of harmonica, inminent regression
Every curl of his hair moves you
Moves a tireless mind thirst for change
The sharpness in every guitar cord takes me back there
Asking you to open up to me, no way to keep insisting
When all I really want to do is baby, be friends with you
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