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Amongst The Walking Wounded
To Arianna...
I don’t need your history, that’s not enough
Don’t want your love someday I want it now
Don’t want your attitude of acting tough
No longer will I let your feelings disavow
Amongst the walking wounded I dwell
Since you’ve withheld true love from me
Your heart begs me stay as lips say farewell
While our hungry bodies feel the chemistry
I don’t want a phone that never rings
I want your love….and I want it now
No more lonely fantasies or imaginings
You should be with me someway/somehow
Life is short, we’ve been apart too long
Come home my love where you belong
ROTMS
poem
by
Ray Lucero
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