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I am a twenty-first century Dutch boy.My feeble finger stuck in the dike’s leak.I want to stop the pain in your soul.But incessant pressure moun..
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This is not about a single person but a composite of betrayals, some small and some major in my life.
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Death and loss
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Feeling off kilter once more.
My core has shifted;
Symmetry eludes me.
I was coming to terms with your sudden departure
From my life;
it seemed..
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The poem you shall never read
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Last week we were talking of memoving in with you.Youkidded me that I needed to learnhow to make the coffeewhen I asked you to make me some.The very n..
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Do not tell me you love mewith an airy kiss placedabsentmindedly upon my brow,as you leave to court the daylight;frenetic attempts to fulfillher capri..
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One of those daysConfidence waning,Expectations dying,Hopes melting,Plans shifting,Singing evolves into Sighing.(Some days I am a lion, today an ostri..
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I love what exists
(by naked eye,
by passer-by,
unobservable)
in the spaces
between us.
The energy of love,
The unspo..
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written for no one in particular; for every woman who has felt her man doesn't see the real her.
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