re: this ladys qualms at a patrick watson concert, she was crying, which was kinda catchy...
The tears dripped.
slowly. so. slowly.
That the icy breaths,
of those assembled
froze them in time.
They ludicrously bounced,
before hitting the floor.
Hardly due for a sweet reprise
they were scattered about
the concert hall,
and were pressed unknowingly
by those of all ears.
Her crystalline infection
was tantalising.
I could not help but yield.
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