This places me
So here I wonder and wonder off
Not far from mark but enough to forget
Things were good so why risk the comfort for hurt?
Place me in a hold with no breath
Hold me until I am fatigued
Holding out for affection and kind words (that will not come) my fists can close no more.
With humour and slight of hand I may still adore but placement a far my hope fell more
Does this fate end with a clown at a bar?
- Sleeps
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