Oct. 18th, 2012

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Day 18: Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

On your inside wrist I lick the salt
I put a kiss on your scabby fist
Darling, my good old rambler, my fighter
My midnight ambler, drinking down the dark

You howled for me like a lost wolf
Then 'til I set you free you whined and stamped
For now I'll hold the whiskey that's mine, and yours
For now I'll give you all the time, and all the sighs

Where from the money come, I don't wanna know
If I'm the only one, I don't wanna ask
I'll see your face, that's all I need to sure of
I've got a place, somewhere in your wandering heart

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