on An
Old
Black
String,
In that,
I used
To be
Full
Of you.
—-
I hung
You on
The gold
Bar of my
Nightstand.
—-
Hitting you,
To view
Your
moves,
I Flipped
my head
Back, in
Voyeur.
—
Velocity
Swung
You in
Circles
On your
Own axis.
—-
I watched
Until you
stopped
Moving
For me
…at all.
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