She Doesn'T Even Cry Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

She Doesn'T Even Cry

Rating: 5.0


Leaving me with all her laundry dirtied soiled
not by me or her
making me watch unstable
things trying to blink closed an eye wide open
her finger plunged into my other society
for I live on both sides of the track
loving me for my madness
knowing I never
wash the fingers that pick
her nose..) it(s..filling...barely a tooth..

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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