My Own Mess - Poem by RIC BASTASA
perhaps you have heard
most of what i am saying
but you have not touched me
the way i have touched you
perhaps i have given you hope
and then i am happy with that thought
but it will of course be a very different
matter when you come to my place
and visit my own kind of mess....
oh, it will be terrible!
and you will not like it at all.
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