More Than Lint (Or So I'm Told)A Poem by Pete“Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here.” - Thoreaublind to every other woman that i meet i blew you a kiss from across heaven's street i watched you catch it and wear it 'round your neck like a locket but then you took it off and stuffed it deep down into your pocket hearts and pockets can both have lint along with a hole or so i'm told © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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