I’ll meet you in Lincoln
She said
With a mouth full of smoke and a slim in her hand
I’ll meet you in Lincoln
Where we wait for spring and settle for winter
Where lightning cases the sky and burns the air
I’ll meet you in Lincoln
With winding roads and backlit skies
Guiding impatient businessmen to work
And housewives to unrest
Where the morning sun
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amazing.
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not one of my favorites of yours, but i love the way you set up the two places. there are a couple things that can ONLY be articulated through THIS POEM. Which is why i cant tell you what they are, except that they involve the contrast between a mouth full of smoke and lead, blue water, and the way "we'll have a baby" comes directly after guessing at half a love triangle.
do it again. : )
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