Nays and YeasBecca Klaver
Her gaze in the haze and his arms in a maze. He prays that she stays doesn’t act in more plays. She prays he stays home when she lights up the blaze. Early days he’d praise her potatoes lyonnaise. She’s a craze he’s a laze, by now not just a phase. The ways, the delays, the Ready? OK!s. Malaise of dog days, malaise of dog days. She surveys the clichés. Avoids Chevrolets, drives off the lot in a purple and silver Chrysler sedan.
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