James McLain Poems

To tired to live and tired I am.
Why I'm tired must I again become?
I know whats waiting there for me.
Why wait I trust become.
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The muscle.
Is hers and hers alone.
Crimsom loves.
Which it makes it beats because of love,
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I have eaten many earthworms making dirt.
Mother of all days and other days as Mother.
Savant crossing over streams,
to which was whispered did I hear, Resurgam.
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Aye they are both soft and brown.
Above the sky.
Under the moon near the well.
Lashes across the back.
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It flutters in accross on top of your fingers.
Yet you knew it, they are it's breath it's wings.
Tirelessly they beat against you, your buff
moans within it's wind as it shakes it.
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'Deforestation'
'O' not every virgin forest, is timid like a dove,
Assent's today to let me know, climbs below.
Crowned are you and made achieved a woman,
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little d' dark angel with pleasing eyes
when it comes time to touch the sky
i won't burn of it and
i won't catch flame of it around it.
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When we two separated in silence and my tears, ignored.
Wye; and when you left me off for wine and other grapes.
Hasten sour now, brown shriveled vines my sun, avoids.
The medium thus once green with clover, fallow 'dear' it waned.
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She was one year older and it both liked.
She was larger than him, too.
Like it's is raised lid to the toilet,
it didn't/test break it off to describe its naked,
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