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Up And Down
I never know
When I’ll get down
It just happens
She cried,
Young poets
With guitars,
Dead poets
Walking stars,
Then there’s you
Writing lines
That get me up
Get me down,
Make me want you
Then I don’t,
Want to screw you
Then I don’t,
I’d show
My naked body
If you asked,
You never ask,
Just take me up
Take me down
With lines that
Fill me
Spill me
On the ground,
Fuck, why don’t
You say this word,
You’re too damn gentle
Every time
You take me up
Take me down.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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