human woman Poems

I am looking into the mirror
In my well-designed bathroom.
All chrome and white tiles,
Filled with flowered fragrance.
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Dreaming of LOVE \ DEATH Romantic,
Making it close, virtual.
Making it real, authentic.
Making it come, perpetual.
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Poet, build a home for abandoned souls
Build of strings and throat and forgotten hopes.
Raise the roof beams higher for you never know
Who will come for hiding in your brand new home
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