Category: poems
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as the years of your life wear thinner and the month of May is an instant and the winter is still longer than the summer, occasionally, when the winter of… more ›
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I felt his eyeaffixed and drinking me when he offered his sunbaked armas rod and staff to hold me steady.he said, “I’m comfortable with that”, and so was Ias we… more ›
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I wrote a poem about you after we had trolled each other hesitantly,and before we gave up to plan our divorce party.I wrote that the likes of me was destined… more ›
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how fun it was how lovely it was how pink and healthy and young and naive now it is grey and sick and old; glutted and undeceived more ›