Friday, June 19, 2009
 | Frank is singing luck be a lady. My stare on your almost nude body. Only a picture but it takes my words. No luck for me and this lady tonight. The horns play loud but I keep quiet. Now he’s on to strangers in the night. Speaking on how we met back then. Telling his story in ours all at once. He plays on emotions you play too. I am tired and spinning, can’t sleep. Awake and aware of only the times. I will fade off as do his dobie do’s. To dream of you and I becoming. A memory returned to reality. That never really was, temporarily. |
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