James McLain Poems

Still other times
when i'm always.
I wander around.
With those fingers
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Why do you come around me..
If you only want to lay in a bed of lies?
Do not come then..ok..see if I care.
Do you come..just to come? ..or do you..
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It trembles..in her veiled..heavanly..s.
Tears off of terribles..float ups..onto..
oshings..cheeks shinnys...meeting ups..
and downs..eqauls stars..tails of comets..
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What is in a title?
It can be a decoration.
Open ended question!
Just a nonce.
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Instinctively
even the child
knows
which one to take.
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It was rainy..
it was a spacial night..
for her...
I was in a hurry..
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You know it's the...bi polars..
when hate....is love...down is up.
Imagine..manic each Monday..flying
.. with no wings..and making it...
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If she can control it..
the bi polars..then..
She owns...
Hefty is headys..glads..
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They understand it...English is english..
...Trillions now are made on it..
You..me..him..her..your..smile..
Look at it in the light some times ok..
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He is detected by her..

Wanting to be her victuals.
Wanting him to clean there.
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