mercy

it's mercy that i need, not another how-to manual
fresh-baked each day

i want it
more than refreshing good morning kiss
or blonde hugs

more than top-down breezes
under the hot starry sky

more than spooned doses of slumber
or the languid stretch

it's mercy that I need, for i be a scoundrel

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