Tango Zero Hour

by wechslerh66


we meet to descend

when you call my name
in the midnight hour
things fall apart
and we’re up all night
walking the walls
of a broken home

whenever you want me
whenever you need me
someone else will be there

he walks like me
he talks like me
he looks like me
but he won’t dance the dance

let the dark intellectual violence begin

I once knew someone
who knew someone
named Crystal Shanda Leer

she was a Sybarite too

but unbreakable

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