He loved her
the ones having to do with not meeting the standard of silence...
of being herself, adulterated only with joy
that were.....irresistible even to the most rigid of hearts: 'I suffer in silence, and so should you'
'you shall adapt/I shall waffle/slightly wave in the bries and in the gorgonzolas yet remain steadfast in my core once molten now solidified with jagged edges that cause internal bleeding of which I say nothing and you must be still be still be still'...do you hear me/I do not hear you/do you hear me/do you/do you/do you..you have gone... you are.... gone....
Comments about this poem (He loved her by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... )
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