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I am kissed and loved.I am saved and heard.I am watched and desired.I am asked and pressed.I am sweated and tired.I am enclosed and sucked.I am used a..
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The night wet and slushy does disappear.The eyes long trained and yet despair.The morning bright, warm and familiar.They open but dry with tear.Bags a..
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So many faces, so many namesI wonder!Crimson blood, coloured fleshWho they are?!Fez, Thread and CrossI wonder!Walls, lines and broken AlbatrossShould ..
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A BirdThe sky, blue and vast.I look up, wistful and vain.Fly, fly I must…Up, Up into lusty heaven.Try I hard, pain unspokenUp stand the bars&he..
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an encounter with self
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A POEM ON CREATIVE INSPIRATION
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