Non-Erotic Poetrybeggar's autumn
smoke fills the autumn night
and my nostrils
a cobweb thread
lands on my face
my hand travels slowly up
i beg a bit in the afternoons
and reciprocate
their lack of sympathy
the nights are mine
until
weeks before Xmas
they set up
those dead color lights
these people have no mercy
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2006-10-20
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