Conversation With An Exflame
You wanted me
to stay out of your
bright spotlight and
little did i innocently know that
poems writ of truth
were twisted in some
home-made soup of
spaghetti with gourmet
garlic?
Wanna have lunch tomorrow?
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Written by Nancy Jones
80 minutes or so after she thought she was going to bed
on the eve of September 27
2011 in the year of the muse and all else that is sacred
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