three

Posted on by felicitydoyle Posted in PoetryTagged , , ,

it would be one thing
if i spent every night
with my hair done up
and my eyes carefully lined
how beautiful they looked
at the hour of three
every night

quite another would be

if every night were as spectacular as three

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