Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›
Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›
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