A Neighborly Day


Safe the routes they ought to be,

when the tender flower gently weeps.


A scented trail of flesh she leaves,

for the burning eyes she cannot see.


Just stepping stones away,

and still she cannot prove she’ll get there free.


The simple truth is Adam is no honoree.


I know the feeling of thee,

for that girl is within me.

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