No Place Like London

Peppered with a sheepish grin

a shepard I became

how much bigger you seem with borders that lie between

suitors of hearts, my biggest competition

A suit of hearts awaiting your fold

Portrusions of sodium are what I long for

Slipping down the cracks in my certainty they fall from my lips

From your lips, I get my fix.


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