“Trouble”
I walk along the side for a man playing sax,
Then return around my clap while sending her fax.
She knows our food enough where thought meets grace in hues
As long during those moments upon life in blues:
It’s our heat, near remote locations for great fuse
When light opens up into pictures towards disuse.
Fiction has us within means of distraction ruled
Under stars big and little to wild guys who drooled-
Thus, our momentous base for emotions is clean,
Greatness to size where tugs are made on refried bean.
Our romance withholds so much courage forsaken
Nowadays, visions to be whiffed across bacon
In fumes of sensation and turmoil, where this catch
Makes better at stake in dreams along easy patch.
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