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It is not as though I think of you oftenA Poem by tcpaesslerit is not as though I think of you often or find a stray thought of you lingering outside the door of my consciousness that I remem.. |
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The TransfigurationA Poem by tcpaesslerwho was I, to have seen the face of God? transfigured in ecstasy, raised upon my altar then a goddess in repose fingers and toes gli.. |
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the end of a long lineA Poem by tcpaesslerThe world has had enough poems of you from me?then it must suffer anotherfor if I write of youit is not that I want to writebut because I mustthe word.. |
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a moment's indiscretionA Poem by tcpaesslerlight falls enrapturedon goldentussledhairand fair, fair skincheeks still emblazonedwith the burning flag of passionthat is always consumed too soon.I.. |
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The Honeycomb and the BladeA Poem by tcpaesslera passing vibration.an excitement of particlesand wiggling of bonesthrough nerves to the brain. a name. |
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you love meA Poem by tcpaessleryou love me you do. do you love me like a morning mist? do you love me like a childhood friend? do you love me as a mother her chi.. |
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no longerA Poem by tcpaesslerI can no longer wait for you as the watchman waits for the morning the hours already grow long and I must go east through this dark.. |
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He weptA Poem by tcpaesslerHe wept, that he could no longer cryand said this:"what am I to do?I still feel it deep.what am I to do?denial creeps insideand I am fain to believe i.. |
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