Miroslava Odalovic Poems

My name is Sarah
I am the one who is not
Who never is
These are the hands for my embraces
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someone not you
someone not me
someone not us
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The streets can tell your walk
you're-called love
a shortcut to the end
and always the same answer
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There's a child inside
A man inside
A woman inside
A sage inside
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eaten on my lips
come as early as sun is set
come and look into the eyes
come and taste the rims of the skies
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go now
while the tango death spins
a foreboding in a heart
where a heart the last
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spare the bow and spare the arrow
make a single server-s error
sir to taint a screen
sir to sustain a spleen
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you carry your heart under your coat
for no one wants it there
you carry your soul deep beneath
like an old dusty music box
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yes the river is a welcome note
for each little droplet drifting by
and the fountain is a whirl of smiles
for an ear astute and a well trained eye
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like a life mistaken for a video game

like a joystick turning into a knife
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