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I spent months and months
not writing a single word
and then you came back
into my life, long enough
to balance my happy
with your mise..
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I studied the map closely, my husbands broad frame leaning over mine. A calloused hand skimming the map. Landing on Congo.
"There it is babe" ..
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she sits there
solitary, in a
concrete castle.
metal where you
rest your head,
bathroom at your feet.
no light of moon
no flowers or
t..
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take me dancing
on Saturday night
when the fever
starts long and slow
my night potion;
physical, spiritual
emotion - always
arriving ..
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the fence around my heart is high
still I climb, splinters impale my
skin I need their piercing touch
to remind me to begin & begin
frankly, I'..
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Part two of the poem "Made for you"
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the dawn was still, hushed silence ascended as every kind of people stood side by side. young faces; pretty & fresh, old faces that wore years in ..
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Even if I run I know eventually I'll fall behind. Trying to find a better place to get lost in the crowd. I take shot glass lovers to bed, they're n..
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Homesick
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