I need room
I need more room to love you
the dramatists have filled the great dinner party,
their hands surrounding glasses and staring the way they do, at things that don't matter.
oh they are superbly dress. Their ideas floating above their heads for all to see--the darker ones are ignored, but the comfortable ones,polished and vindicated.
The directives are always hidden in the hand(the one the rope shakes from)
The Dramatist
(incomplete)
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