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We sit.
Empty coffee cup and magazine
pages flip.
I want to move beyond myself.
The coffee house is like any
other,
filled w..
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How is it that I can love you
as much as I do?
So much so that it breaks my
heart
when the sound of your voice
dies away from my ear.
..
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You, like falling leaves upon a
lotus
pond. I, a heart entombed in winter’s frost,
fading circles of love circuitous
as my fing..
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Hurt does not need words.
In pain, wisdom unwanted,
and loss heralds spring.
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The hook,
suspended from the ceiling
just behind the front door,
was where they found--
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Manywant to lookknow to see
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Long leaves, grass blades, lie dampened, pressed intomoss, a laden seaof bone-white--
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Travelling by train:
Rome--Florence, spring wind is still.
Eyes captures nothing.
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By 6:59
I reach
the subway,
heart pounding,
buy token,
down escalator.
7:04? No, 7:05.
And then it comes.
Wisps whispe..
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Do not look for it
in cobblestoned roads,
nor in the beauty
of the decay that even stone
structures must face,
nor in the gra..
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