TwistsA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
I am caught in a tricky entanglement,
Brought on by looks and innuendo. How cruel of you to make it so. Far removed from lives long lived, the cryptic heart worn on your sleeve. However inappropriate, there none the less Am I the intended? Enlighten me, master of the mystery. I will not act unless directed to do so. Playing right into your hands. And you into mine. © 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2008 Last Updated on July 2, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more.. |

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