i'm easy to please
i like a summers morning, earlier the better
a glass of cold water
my shade of red lipstick
and some distant music always playing
he's easy to please
me.
i don't have to do much, cook the dinner and look pretty while doing it.
he's book doesn't open wide like mine
i have stories beyond stories
he has a few old photos here and there
he leads a life of him and me
taken away and never led away
he loves me more than the plants in the garden
and his own state
i'll stand by him until the time comes
and i will try to find him when it hits us
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man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
