The Soul That Loves, Loves and Knows Nothing Else
Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid
A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve
Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift....
Double time she always seems these spirits; dangling atop
Wires running wild taunting while temping perhaps, they have something
Attributing he'd like to say ? Possibly a tad bit more need towards attention ?
Similar that their waning rock star or palms prints in cement shouting, don't you know
Who I am not really although but, if one would venture to take a guess we'd have to say, Artemis.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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