A word occurs to me
When you twist like that
In the middle of explaining
How the perfume stain - not mine
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I had a chance
To be more
But because
No one else
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I miss the love we had-
Twisted sheets in the middle
Of both of us
Twined limbs until I forgot
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Poetry is nothing
But words strung together.
Maybe it’ll mean something
To someone, if not to me.
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Silliness brings silk for
The spinning, of purple
Plashes of iridescent
Scent, of bosoms heaving
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My head aches in all the
Tiny crevices, pushed together
Pressured like when I dine with
My mother who tells me to
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Curiosity killed the cat
Is a phrase that determines
A turn here, or there
Or behind me now.
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Muse, don’t pass me by
When you dropp lyrics or
Songs or a glint of an
Idea. If you’re in a rush
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It’s too late
To change my mind
I will be what
I decided long ago
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