Last night, again, you were in my dreams.

(...)
the loneliness of you mighty men
with your jaws and fists and guitars and pens


Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze
sickly dressage, a princess of Kentucky?


In the middle of the woods, which were the probable cause(.)

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