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Our bloated love alivid
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Our bloated love alivid
at the insolence of time
protests by falling in,
involuntarily committed.
You are the sadness
in my sepia nights.
I am in yours.
We correspond across
our dead togetherness.
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Poetry of Healing
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
12/28/2006 |
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| Interesting |
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| Reviewed by ~ Chanti |
12/28/2006 |
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Unusual poetry but well executed. I was intrigued, especially by the last line which was impactful.
Chanti |
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