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I Heard You, Darling
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Planting Roses
No bars to break, but here I am, surrounded by searching space, a prisoner, encased in ivy, that I have imagined, grew side by side, with the roses we planted. I never knew my charge, but I was sentenced to be sped, back to the real world, on several delayed trains, with barely…
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Mi Alma
You and I, by the church, holding hands, listening to Cindy Scott, in sweet silence, that didn’t frighten or bore me. That’s when I knew, as the night wrapped her arms around us, the sun fast asleep, behind the tall trees of the square, your hand, still holding mine, trembled and teased me, and my…
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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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