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My son was four , and I was unemployed. Faced with the needs of a wonderful child I had to come up with a way to survive. I got on my bicycle with bab..

I Sense Something

A Poem by Revolutionary

I couldn't feel itwhen you split my vision and made me see things that never were.I couldn't smell it when you filled the room with the aroma of stife..

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A Poem by Revolutionary

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Making Love To A Memory

A Poem by Revolutionary

When Making love to a memorylust fringes on curiosityI am as fragile as the climaxthat shall expose my lonely heartIf I unwrap my legs from his thighs..