Dean Meredith Poems

Every bullet was made by a mind
And every bullet was shot by a heart
And every bullet was hit or miss
And every bullet was in or out
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I wipe the sweat
Off of my brow
Is it mine or hers
Or ours
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I asked myself
What do I have to give?
And the voice inside was silent
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She was pink on white
My velvet crush
Always dressed up
With bright colour
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So what's better
He asked her
Bullshit from strangers
Or the truth
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The charlatan
Plucks another dove
From his pocket
Then does it again
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Do I love you?
Do you love me?
What is love?
But a crazy trip
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I need a new muse he said
There are prerequisites...
I like cute
In one way or another
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I like
Certain aspects of craziness
Mad witches howling at the moon
Wounded soldiers of love smarting from their betrayals
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Yes I must confess
I would do the same
And not live up to
The grounds I expected
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