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poetry writing
each poems a snap shot
for things that happened
for fleeting feelings
.
for things wished for
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images of possible impossibilities
for cruelty unclaimed and unjudged
for actions sore as open wounds
for kisses not to vanish away
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lining up words as on a drying line
shaking them off a little
pinning them carefully one by one
under the gaze of a glaring sun
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between the whispers of curious readers
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exposed
I stand
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wow. yes! so true.
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