Treasure Island

Angel A. Lockwood

(07//64 / Nyc)

Final diagnosis


It's apparent that I've have a bug
Ive been bitten
The symptoms lingers around
As one whom wears a shrug
My heart at times beats at a faste rpace
Universally it is called Love
Is precaution,
The remedy?
When touched from above, , and
Effortlessly falls sickly in Love

Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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