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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    the 5 loves. Who (the broken record stuck playing over and over again) the tender words the soothing touch the arm draped over my waist the private glances the hidden smiles and memories dusty in closets in my brain. What (I cried losing) was the boy with his guitar singing to the m...
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    Do not dismiss the quiet, sunless sky, Tender skin should never travel alone; Golden rays will burn as we wave to say goodbye. People say the bronzed and contoured models sell a lie, And though you curse the pale translucence that hugs your bone Do not dismiss the quiet, sunless sky. Bra...
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    I posted the sign up yesterday, with a picture of the shoes. Tiny pink shoes, with pink ribbons. Innocence all over them. But red on my hands… It was the right thing to do, though. Because now we are beginning to be all right and happy. I didn’t do it for me – I don’t even care about me,...
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    Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? I've never, Jimi. Never made out gold like you sweat shiny, Living 1960s hippie fever. Headband scarf, velvet suit, friends, mean drinker, You: the god. Guitars on fire, freely Spinning, smashing, behind-your-back, licking Music: first ...
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    I see you. I see you in white shirts, pink lotions, wet slippers, and the newest cut on my left pinky. It was an accident. I was slicing watermelon - splitting red, juicy flesh that I could divide into smaller cubes, to devour for my own dining pleasure. I see you in myself eating watermelon. This i...
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    Maybe I am a writer. But alas, my laziness! I have the urge to write a spillage of thoughts where my mind is the cup runneth over and I must catch these thoughts, every last drip, before they are gone. But that, you see, is work. The effort of seeking bowls and towels to ca...

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