The Juggler in the Dark
By birksy
The juggler in the dark, Stands outside my door, The black balls slowly spinning, The grip he has ensures, The black balls slowly spinning, Pass inches from my door, The juggler in the dark is there, Soft breath and nothing more. Written June 1st, 1999 © on Nov 14 2001 04:11 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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