Why For Art Thou, Juliet...?A Poem by Devons
Nothing inspires her like love
And nothing is what she writes but in oh so many words Nothing is what she's left with After one more torrid affair but she puts it into words Then, having squeezed nothing dry Like a cloth, she uses it again repeating the process - in words Different words, that is, of nothing Conveying less, but thinking more in 1-D, metaphorically: words And nothing x12 poems later She'll meet a new man once more and he'll whisper 'sweet nothings'... in words.
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Added on June 8, 2010Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: anti-love poem AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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