Saturday, May 10, 2014

Jukebox...

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Don't you love someone who doesn't listen to the same song "
                                        (Carlos I)

While the disc goes around,
to the whims of the Victrola,
my body is coming from your delivery,
as the fingers a viola...
Moans in love chords
about the wayward passion,
my fate is to love you
wanting you like nothing else.

 *** Artemis * * *