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Two Men
I love a man who is really two men. One man loves what he despises. A man sees my frailties as strength. He sees me as weaker and gutless. He is not the man I want. But to deny him is to deny the man. The man holds me with care while he fucks with my head. My heart wants the…
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Still
If you could be still, wait a moment more. Just be with me. And wake up in my arms one last time. In those doors, you disappear. I wait for you in a fog. It will be okay. You promise. But I won’t cry. My eyes wander down the road while the toes point west. Hearing familiar songs of past…
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The critic
I would be pleased to know him If his words were true. I doubt his images. Does he think about me in those secondhand thoughts? He speaks of love in his sonnets. Am I his greatest verse, His sole muse, A reason for deceit? In his faulty poetry, he is verse when I want prose. Always rhyming without substance. He…
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