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a distant, past love
once wrote to me
saying,
that the worst solitude
is to be destitute of
the one you lovea lass, alasgone forever
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perhaps I love you T
or
perhaps
perhaps I’m in love
with an impossible possibility
with a thought
of you, of me, of us, of the..
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though each liliththat crossed my pathorI ventured to adventurestole a childfrom my playful playgroundeach eve, each lilithscars like emotional tattoo..
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it must have been a blink
in time’s traitorous moments
treacherous
strange points of inflection
on space-time curves
a bizarre..
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this spirit cannot be bottled
aged, longer than smooth scotch
slowly, I sip
afore fizzes of flaming desire
on this cold November
night
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In London, England
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Change
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to a little one
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can't help it
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Karma- action not intent
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