In Bed Without YouA Poem by Cah
Stareing at the ceiling, cigarette smoking. Central air rumbling. The jazz cassette you couldn't stand cascading through borrowed boom box. I remember you don't like letting music lull-you-a-bye. That I thought this might come between us seems silly now that we have the Atlantic. © 2008 CahFeatured Review
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Added on November 2, 2008AuthorCahIrelandAboutHi. Among other things, I'm a U.S. born Performance Poet living in Ireland. Hope you like what you read. =) more..Writing
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