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my first villanelle
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a story poem
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A simple spiritual
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you can not let go so you feel the world has
taken his form. everyone is him including the
dry cleaning lady who cares only about stains
and mo..
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He lies in my bed like friends do
killing time chatting about life
I have, however, to taste his lips
or feel grazing of his fingers
he does not..
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Ifind it funny
he only thinks of me
when the clouds are
hovering over
abite of chill is
in the air
a need to warm
him up
I am in my pajama..
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He told me his marriage
Is on the rocks
perhaps being somewhat
of an addicted person,
marriage could be thought
of as an alcoholic beverage
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I
as I child I would sit in my room
counting the roses on the wall
wishing for a better life thanI
had. finger nail trails on my skin,
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a child's ditty enjoyed by any
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crave
lust, thirst
imposing, longing, yearning
need you, please leave
unappealing, pushing, loathing
disgust,avert
repugnance
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