The strings battled the legs
of the table
while he glowed
beneath sheets
watching
waiting
to see if music or sleep
would win the day.
He was so warm,
she could read him
from across the street.
His table threw her
a love song in a minor key.
The strings battled the legs
of the table
while he glowed
beneath sheets
watching
waiting
to see if music or sleep
would win the day.
He was so warm,
she could read him
from across the street.
His table threw her
a love song in a minor key.
The Word Rummager 
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