Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
Spun Metal
when the deadpan
temptress
comes i'll
sleep again
when her smile
cracks the
stone that
embeds her face i'll
raise my head
when her slick
sharp tongue
silences my
mean dispersions
i'll laugh
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