Assorted Poems Poem by Tommy LoMaglio

What is it old friend?
Somehow you must explain
There has to be a way
You can let me in again
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I've opened up the gateway yo my heart,
My blood flows forth onto the floor before you
The contents of my soul pooled about your feet
The truth in its entirity. All that I have.
So much to take in...
A risk. A chance. A gamble.
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Can you see what I could be?
Can you invision what's to come?
I'm trying to find the perfect tone
I'm tuning... So the bell may toll truer.
Clearer.
Brighter.
All for you.
The best for you.
[The best is yet to come.
It's yours for the taking.]
Only the best.