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Winter Susan

By Ashley Bright

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Delaying beamy truths Further I recall a home under your feet And a house Of brick and jewels Nine of ruby Thirteen of diamond whisks If there were a season to name your love Winter Susan She’d know of your bed Her long, long hair Satin river eyes I turn, I fall And she was always there With a place, a fire place We were warm there I’d feel to hold a night With each gasping crawling tear I’ll leave, I’ll stay You paint your tattoos You say this is it And I know winter meets us too late Dearly, you’re undone I’d often think I could be her Softly  blossom A winter Susan But I’m only a forgotten me With your name upon my brow Dearly, I commit to memory And to me, envy I recall of your home Sweet tumbling bricks You may find me laying beneath"I'll be there, even long after she's gone, (pitiful me)" Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 10:31 AM PST    0 • 1

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