Friday, August 5, 2011

Singled Out


A single prick, a single poke
A single line, a single toke
A single chair sitting there
A single glance; one single chance
The singles mingle and dance
My single bed? One single said, to the singled out upon which he fed
This single night
That single fight
A single bite
And one single is dead

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