taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
jealous thoughts in the heat of summer
gin in tea cups
august laughs raindrops
hot and misty
lace and corsets
ropes tied tight around
delicate necks
an afternoon that
drags on softly like
the hum of a radio
in another room
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