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I hear your faint cry
when the wind is silent.
raging I see your eyes’ quiver,
wide open,
...

Wake my love,
and spring from this bed.
Pull the curtain from its’ rod
and leave the window bare.
...

In his room at night
lit, but with one light
He strokes warm shadows across the walls.
Born of ancient pleasures, ancient shames, ancient colors, falls
...

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It’s safe to say I’m a long time fan of literature, a life’s passion of mine that has brought me much joy. I love reading; poems, stories, and novels. I sometimes get around to writing, not very good I feel, for I don’t put the work that is needed into writing anything that one can call very good. 'Perhaps one day, ' I keep telling myself. I’m mainly here to read your work, so thanks! I also have a passion, for music, film, and long distance running. I hail from Toronto, Canada. I’m 42, and still a fool.)

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Quiver

I hear your faint cry
when the wind is silent.
raging I see your eyes’ quiver,
wide open,
emptying.
when I touch you,
your tremble ruffles the fruits
in the garden below.
then I taste your electric skin-

you could nourish me
in a puddle of cold
mud.

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