THANK-YOU FOR HANDING OUT FLYERS TO THE PUBLIC THAT DAY IN THE POURING RAIN; RAIN THAT POURED AS MUCH AS PRESENT; THAT POURED IRONICALLY SIMILAR TO YOUR TEARS WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU COULDNT WAIT TO LEAVE AND TO DRAG ME THROUGH YOUR JOURNEY; OR MORE OR LESS LET ME DRAG OUT YOUR JOURNEY THAT YOU FOR THE FLOWERS YOU LEFT ON MY STEP EACH WEEK WITH A PAPER PIECE OF CARD READING 'TALK WITH ME?' PLEASE I THANK-YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS OF WHICH YOU SPOKE WHEN I APPROACHED ON THAT WET WINTERS EVE; FOR THE WORDS THAT YOU WHISPERED TO ME UNDER THE SHEETS FOR YOUR POISED FINGERS ALWAYS GENTLE AND ALWAYS STEADY AND I THANK-YOU FOR STEADYING MY FINGERS THAT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SHAKY LIKE MY BREATH WHEN YOU KISS MY NECK; OH THE WORDS YOU SPOKE TO ME THAT DAY:
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PoetryAn odd novel that disscusses different relationships (and some the same) in different varying paragraphs
