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A Poem by Cara
Surface beauty
on a shaded soul
pseudo-verve
takes it's due
and patching cracks
with rusty tools
fools few
Inner anguish
on an upturned face..
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A Poem by Cara
sensuous
eyes closed
lips to fingertips
and kiss my palm
next my wrist
and your breath
I hear you everywhere
I want
I need
tremors and tracer..
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A Poem by Cara
Oh, the meaning of life
Why are we here?
What are we supposed to do while here?
Poets & Philosophers
Pastors & Presidents
Spend their liv..
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A Poem by Cara
standing at the edge
of a green sea
dotted with daisies
the air feels thick
and each inhalation
brings the taste of honeysuckle
sliding across ..
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