Above — my roof, her floor — apart, My interest of mind resides, Not the hottest pangs of my desire Nor the tempting nature of the flesh.
By Ellis Martin7 years ago in Poets
I can see my pulse on the walls, Beating seams of plaster shell, Niles lock aside, rustic hotel, My name spelled out, my fate befalls.
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