I wish you would touch me
I wish you’d leave me the hell alone
And oh, how I wish this crutch
Didn’t leave such an imprint in my bone
All these half-assed wishes
Stretched across the stars
Lead to angry men in cocktail bars.
Ren
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
I wish you would touch me
I wish you’d leave me the hell alone
And oh, how I wish this crutch
Didn’t leave such an imprint in my bone
All these half-assed wishes
Stretched across the stars
Lead to angry men in cocktail bars.
Ren
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