Genevieve Surrender Poems

Did she like it
when your skin
was under her nails
the next morning?
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I am not fair.
I've been writing
all day
about something
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Bags packed
in essence
toward the rising sun.
...

Dreamscape
Soundless voices
Silent music
...

The love of my life
is neither male nor female.

The love of my life
...

His hands
Caress the back
of her skull.
...

Fits like a surgical glove
it's wrapped around
his libido
an ego
...

Layed out
like a beautiful display
of a life
ended.
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In eleven hours
I'll be driving
back to the place
where you performed
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I packed the necessities
in fine features,
wit,
and figure.
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