Tonight
the redbrick streets of Vicksburg
Go
serenading
Very
gently on the brink of sleep
Something
radiates
The
heat of a smooth stone
I’d
like to stand where your thoughts
Transcribe
their passage
Where
your hot unharnessed words
Scar my body with the smallest epic
Yet
it’s all so unlikely little sweetie
That
you’ll ever leave me anything
As
heavy as the stone slab of a soul
I’m
supposed to be satisfied with
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