Matthew's scribbles: When the moment drinks the poet

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Friday, May 4, 2007

When the moment drinks the poet

"I alone build my sadness, my top hat is full of my fledgling madness, It comes in those grit teeth moments, eyes squeezing like lemons for strong fingers, Ol' boy, when I can't see the lions on the beach or my green eyed lover belly to belly with my young heart in past bedding, And it was when the... Sign in to see full entry.

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