Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 28

Promise me you won't leave me
Even if I leave you
And o promise me then
To please in petty lieu
And (owe to me/do promise me) your truth
As a desert (lingers/lounges)
Beneath the motions we move through
And o the desert sands are shifting
As we are standing soon

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