The Meanderer
Squawkings of Sen-Shah-Swan
Friday, August 29, 2014
Chapter 18 - Of bondage
I see you share hushed exchanges, wanton giggles, laced cigarettes and stolen kisses and I'm left with
stunned silence,
asphyxiated nerves, stoked dreams and drowning rigors.
Not to mention hours of counselor sessions.
Only if I was a satellite.
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