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Old InkA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOld Ink Oblivious in her nature, she can stand in the circles of the sun. Naked in the way she thinks about politics, reading newspapers, .. |
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EverydayA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierEveryday Remorse, and strong feelings of regret, I have thrown myself down the stairwell, again. In hopes of mending fences, I have burnt.. |
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SandA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSand I write because I write, she thought, in a round about sort of way, and jotted something down on paper. Her beer cold, and over ice,.. |
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Open SpacesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOpen Spaces It looks like I've been outed. In the evening while sipping coffee, I got the news. And thinking about hiding in a hole. I.. |
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WaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWater Illumination in a breadbasket, and I stole away, with forever in my hands, walking away with whiskey. Another gloomy day at the beach,.. |
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Window ShoppingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWindow Shopping Hypocritical, like the falling of the dove, a tried and true revelation; sometimes in summer time, lost in the fold. Beate.. |
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PaperA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPaper Always falling backwards, enough to lose my breath, and in the pain of life, I find an apprehensive truth. Looking through cheap li.. |
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Bird CageA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBird Cage Walking backwards, in grains of sand, endlessly looking for just the rite reasons, settled, in bottles of fine wine. Slipping on .. |
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WonderlandA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWonderland In walking downunexpected paths,a sound songof revelations.And in the silhouette of the sun,transition,from meaningful misfortune.The know.. |
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House CallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierHouse Call Aspirations' of integrity and the world has a glow, radical, in regretful assumption. The taking of morning breaths, deep and .. |
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TrumpetsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierTrumpets It’s like the sound of airplanes passing, through thick morning fog. The righteous indignation of someone’s silent.. |
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GorillaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierGorilla Edgy insults, in the absence of air, and I have smudged my eyeliner, again. Walking in no mans shoes, for forty years, never in m.. |
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ReflectionA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierReflection With fine inspiration, I sip coffee every morning, looking for the words that play tricks on my mind. Otherwise; cold and cloudy.. |
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CrisisA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierCrisis Transition, endless moments in the sun, turning over fallen leaves; assumption, life in a steady supply. Wishing moments of freed.. |
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Morning WineA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMorning Wine Looking for abuse, in a foggy summer sun, watching the paint peal off well worn walls, she walks carefully down the street, fo.. |
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QualityA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierQuality Aggression; the quality of men in a dimly lit bar, split personalities like vodka or bourbon, an unlikely escape for someone so fr.. |
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Designer ShoesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierDesigner Shoes More than water and glass the pain supersedes everything, eating the apple core and the center, decay; the deep eyes of a .. |
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ALLA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierALL Letting go easy forthright and courteous, a stagnant example of sunshine, held in rough hands. And the grip is not contemplative, alwa.. |
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LocketA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLocket The idea above granite, or in the center of it still, where I hear the faintest of heartbeats. A tiny locket bought in a pawn s.. |
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Kisses HelloA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierKisses Hello “It’s nice to meet you!” I haven’t heard that in a while, shaking hands in public places. A kiss? M.. |
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