By stephen |
Date: 2013 Mar 11
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Carven heart of the plutonic companion. |
I am your loyal and tortured mainstay, obedient to every daily newsflash of tiny disaster in your life.
I am here to vend homely camaraderie, paid for in the wee hours spent half-naked at your doorway.
We bounce this casual dialogue against the stoic facade
and we crumble every night into such a fangless ramble
that we propagate by the mutual passion for complaint.
I trace where your eyes go, and listen to your lips betray your thoughts.
Ill play your game and be your steadfast, but follow where my eyes go because I assure you they do not betray my thoughts.