Read Poem: #7, by Ricardo Passarinho

Bellow the station, your arch stands
as neon vitral as I left it, I bet
Marking your place
Your best friend on your right
Your lover on your left

You would give me your food anytime
I would give you my tobacco every time,
I guess
For you to give me my tobacco,
every time, I guess
I don’t guess

It’s a shame, I was willing

Will always look for you, though
You fuck like a bandit
You’re incredibly true

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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