She stole my every rock and roll, my hymns, In that she took the ipod when she left, So I untied my ropes – let sirens sing. So empty now of jazz or evening swing I let the house hum silent and bereft – She stole my every rock and roll, my hymns. Eventually the… Continue reading villanelle?
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