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a shallow gallowsspasmodic breathsthe pen hanging eerily over the pagethe tip broken, snapped, whippedblue blood pouring from its neckin the end,quietswinging barelybut words have their breezy wayof moving us to tearsand i love youquicklybefore the i..
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Slightly Askew
Been tilting on my axiom lately
First step out of bed
Has not been a giant leap for man kind
Precepts percolate
In my coffee pot petition my grinds
As I ambulate
Gravities weight pressing my strides design
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Patterns
spiraling
into a cacophony of mood
spinning yarns to
digress
quilting fabrications to
cover
a wilting soul
the fabric is abrasive
needle puncturing old
wounds
we cover the bleed
but never find
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Soft light gentle invisible is the love shared by two hearts that cannot be kept apart🌹
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Another test.Pushing it aren't u. after two typos it is staying.Fingers won't even type properly,and there were two more mistakes.Leads to a bit unfiltered.BreathIrrational?Usually.The secret is the amount of stress.Try to pull it in.I still have alm..
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Every day in the park,he shared.Scattered crumbs,the happy chirrupingof his fellow party goersa symphony to his ears;whilst at his feet, leaves swirledin approval, becoming alive again.Passing by, there were thosethat understood,those that didn't.But..
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even when it's over, it's not
the
silent killer
dressed in frost grey
like the portrait in
that movie
growing older and colder
while this poem
never ages.
erin-cilberto
2/14/2020
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Love is an never ending flowing river connecting the end to the beginning ...becoming one...🌹
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A Verb's Deconstruction
50
years of words
squandered on a heart's
refuse
i have died in poems a
thousand times
and still have no
compunction or punctuation
to show for it.
50 years of dependent
clauses
that cou..
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If you listened, quietly and with intentyou would hearthe affirmation of things that held grandeurgreater than youwould ever beYou would hear the the songs of the birdsthe flutter of wingsthe humof creatures wantingto belongIf you heard these delicat..
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