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Poetic Thoughts

A guest at a dinner party observed the strange expression on James Thurber's face. 'Don't be concerned,' said Thurber's wife. 'He's writing.'

-Sophy Burnham
5 years ago. March 27, 2019 at 7:42 AM

He said meet me at the edge so we can play,

And good girls don't think they obey,

He's a God so I'm on my knees but it's not to pray,

It's because I'm prey,

And I'm caught,

But here's the catch it's not a game,

I am now his my body claimed no need for chains,

Because his voice is in my head, 

My mind is now his domain...


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