Victory
By, Christopher Lovell Murphy
4:59.
I’m on the edge of my seat.
Breathless and restlessly awaiting
the fall to hit me…
the rug to slip from under me...
my life to spin into a new orbit…
and my blue yesterdays to fade gray.
I’m moody like somber jazz, warm copper and heated brass
Held tightly in the cold hands of my unknown
He teases and
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