On the Corner of 5th and FreemontA Poem by savesthedaynj
These Hands they know And when he places his hands upon me I shudder for fear I will not own my hands again. Will they belong to him forever or will I gain control of my digits once more. It is not hard to see my lack of clothing compensates for the lack of a mother. I will not complain cause these hands they bring me money and sin. As he finds his wallet I want nothing more than to be done with my deeds. The door to door sales woman of skin is closing up shop. Please leave your key at the door. © 2009 savesthedaynj |
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Added on May 19, 2009 AuthorsavesthedaynjNJAboutI am -an NJ college kid -a music aficionado -a movie nerd -a radio DJ -the world's WORST guitarist -an obsessive Post-it user (highlighters too) -a "collager" -a recreational photographer -.. more..Writing
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