Ian Hanson Poems

Katy's hair and lilac eyes,
filled my dreams and veiled the skies,
nothing broke into these ears,
nothing else could call for tears,
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I wonder how far I would float on this coming breeze?
These limbs have been so light as of late,
This hair is falling off in droves.
I dreamed, when young, of being heavy in the
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I wrote down my anger
on every wall and every floorboard,
for, when you lie as oft as I, you must remind yourself
of your true feelings every morning in
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