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The Ritualist
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From Midnight Magic A man of ceremony
damn the money
he would haunt all the
late night spots
searching out naked ankles
that would cry, "smother me,
take me, take me, smother me"
and he loved and hated it
when they wanted him
whenever he sat with them
till closing time
knowing it didn't make any difference
...all this late night communication
with voiceless ankles
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..(C)1981/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..from Midnight Magic[1981]
with voiceless ankles
A Great read and a very Creative piece my friend.
keep penning
610
reply to poet 610
..poet 610..thanks very much
for the encouraging words..spiros
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