Brother Reade - The Marcie Song
I want to lie with her in the wildest ways. I was dazed and fluttered like I climbed a stage, but I’m melting in the warmth of her eyes and face. I’m froze in place. She flashed back to childish days, she said, “I can’t breath,” rolling up her long sleeves. Now I’m married to a concept I can’t conceive. I ain’t want to just leave, but I can’t just be where I stand ‘cause, please, I done lost enough sleep.
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