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the poets dummy
A booked marked face.
the taste of you.
the satisfying touch of your long skinny fingers.
how it feels when I dance naked.
I'm not a fool, I just like the sound of your voice.
I feel empty but I guess Ive always been the poets dummy.
the taste of you.
the satisfying touch of your long skinny fingers.
how it feels when I dance naked.
I'm not a fool, I just like the sound of your voice.
I feel empty but I guess Ive always been the poets dummy.
Published 20th Apr 2012
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28th Apr 2012 2:56am
Oftentimes a poet gets so enamored with his/her own words that the word is but a plaything that can be wooed by the twist of a phrase. This brings back memories of a song Joan Baez wrote about her relationship with Bob Dylan, called "Diamonds and Rust".
