Honking Horns at Midnight
wearing big snow boots
new years in new york city
i kissed your lips hard
under tents next to old men
you asked my desire...
by Micah Zevin 2010
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This is a one man dog and pony show my friends. I hold the strings in my hand even if they are tangled strings they are my puppets, or so I think. This is my space to explore absurdly serious realities and you are free to respond and send me your good or bad cheer but your reactions are welcome in the maelstrom of beauty that is poetry...Hi ho!
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