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Loyalist Inn
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The Letters
Haphazardly I loved you all these years.
It was a chilling rain today and
I returned as a ghost to
the courtyard of Loyalist Inn
I played a song for you
tapped my thumbs against my
pale thighs
you just aren't there when I need you.
like a thrill.
I will bend only once more to this notion
the intentions were hollow
I was a young thing
and I am sorry
and I am still writing the letters
and tossing them out
your hands are cold and could
burn on my lips
which is hot and
red and
full of yellow fists
fish hook claws
you were beautiful once
no.
always.
