Bob McPhinston Poems

Little by little, inch by inch
Your corner in my heart reduces everyday
There would be soon no place for you to live here
Your existence would melt away
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They were funny, both of them
both intangible tangerines
waiting, pausing, sometimes
their hands touch
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How was your day today?
Was it as mutilated as mine?
Were were you in journey to
the hell of thoughts moodswings?
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