I'm going to lay it all on the table,
cards-wise. And I'm
going to put it to you straight
I can't put it plainer. When I met you
well.
You know.
You saw. You were
there.
I thought
I had some pretty strong
defenses, but I guess
they must have been
against something else, because
you just jumped up
waded in,
threw your best shot
- yourself! - at me
with a full-body flying hug, you
smote
me
down,
like a heavy cudgel; wielded rough
and tumble, and I really don't know if I have gotten
or can get
up.
But in any case,
the dent that you made in my heart
looks great. And so,
yeah.
I can't put it plainer
than that.
1 comment:
Is this one a song? It should be.
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