Marilyn Jean Poems

Don't you remember?
Weeks passing
Nothing moving
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Shall I wrote about the dove
Which landed on the drying line?
Or shall I wrote about my night
Which often in absence, love
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Shame, Not
House in fire
And not a soul around
Expected to put it down
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It should be the right time
But none is left with us here
And so leaving something sublime
Today was here just to disappear
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A closet is this mind, mine, when sleep comes
The secret again is this last dream of you
In the night so far away next to them
Only you deliver such a joyful dream of kisses
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One cannot forecast it
Prepare nor be ever ready
It looms but just an instant
Then falls here and buries me down
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It is late
I wish
I could
Sleep
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Here
Sitting in a corner
Starring for hours
Such a bad day
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I see you then go
Or you leave me
Days after days
I pause and wonder
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This was unexpected
A last turn
Then going up
Not a tear left
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