Pull (day 263)

I called your glass eyes to company
I whispered your hairy ears to deaf

We blared the music loud that night
Our love calls blasted the damped night air
With steam-punk bastard intensity
Foolishness arose, blessed from the soiled sheets

Perhaps the games we played never had a score
But we were tracking, oh yes, we had a tally

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