Dean Meredith Poems

Two hands
Feel their way
Keys on a spine
Have something to say
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My parody is almost done
Lacking traces
Of everything and everyone
She's almost gone
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All those words
Thought and said
And the others
Never dared
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She made me humble
I made her proud
Both of us
Lost and found
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I looked for higher ground
It was a long climb
Not to mention
My fear of heights
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You're holding this card
Because fate says connect
I warn you early
I am not for the fainthearted
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Minor gods and goddesses
So, share the madness
Remember where you were going
I don't know, except blackness
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Greetings
I am one of the sons
One of the scribes
Offspring of our deities
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Her neon press
And my calculated consumption
She made off with something
No matter
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A loose bit of fluff
Blew across my grass
Then it got stuck there
Nothing let it pass
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