Lover unfit

Boxing promoter insomniac reading magazines, rotate blue eyes rotate
smelling Spanish breeze air memory, break necks on and on
a girl, five foot three, crossed the floor, she’s real red hair and two pumped lips inside a thin green belted overcoat
pugilist momentarily in a fake believes love triangular
insects refusing sleep for flowers

 

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