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Originally written as free verse, I turned this into blank verse, one of the few poems I ever edited instead of leaving as is.
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It is not found within young lover's gazes
For there is a difference 'twixt it and lust
Ask the old and they will tell you how
Love is a wave, adva..
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There is an echo resounding
Somewhere in the back of my skull
Twisting its way into an epiphany
Sharp as a frozen arrow of thought
A memory you ga..
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I thought if I stared at the picture long enough, I could see
I could see where your mind was, why your heart wasn't there
I st..
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Every moment we spent with Jacob had a purpose.
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Chill wind numbs pain and brings forgetfullness
Yet lies can never be forgotten, once told
They fester, hideous boils that breed a..
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The empty
glass looked smaller, more delicate, in the grip of his meaty, thick
hand. Eleanor was captivated-- this was clear. She wondered if he had..
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Sweet silent provocation
Slipped to me in a gaze
A memory ready to be made
A heart about to risk breaking
Though ruptured by multitude..
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As thinking creatures, we humans always have to have an answer...
an answer for everything. The biggest questions always seem to be: "Why
are we her..
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Placed upon this twisted path by nothing more than happenstance
I wonder at the quick hands dealt, both cruel and wonderful by chance
Oh, today I ..
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