There wolf!
(No one believed me)
woke up exhausted, scratched his back
,
mortgaged soul, and heart
soak.
I looked over my shoulder with a hint of fear still
I was delighted as he dressed, at the foot of the bed. San Telmo
nearly down the curtains,
its luster among people
turned a discovery:
their ways, their whims,
and the way I bought.
The night was rather long,
drank most of my desire,
and this morning did not look better:
was hungry again, to wake up.
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