Aubrey E Drummond

I am too tired to write
So, I will write

Nothing
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Pressing your body close to mine
I wrap my arms around you

wondering…
...

Less hope now
if blue turns to red
Will have to find
another flag
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When you died…
I died too
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No tears
Have I
For you
...

I feel the pressure of your thigh
Resting against mine

Tell me
...

You can
I can
But
We don't
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Live fat
trapped within your cage
Growing old and blind
with grand care
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You may ask this question
which I have no answer to
at least at this time not now
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I don't write to please you
No audience do I clamor for
(That's a lie)
No group do I wish to please
...

I lost
The beauty of
Your smile
The warmth of
...

As the clock ticks
You with panting breath wait
The grumbled shuffle
Of your master
...

How does it feel
When your soul mate
dies?
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You bid me follow you
to a place of sunshine rainbows
and Pillsbury clouds
where with peacock wings
...

Last night I dreamt I saw
a star smiling
Coaxing me to wake
And make love to it
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Here I am
Stuck
In this dark well
Of depression
...

Is it though
Is it really da ‘ Man
That keeps you acting
The fool?
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I am the
Volcano
Who will turn
Your castle of ice
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You may call this a Halligan romance
Yet, I pity you since you never had the chance
To experience a love like I have
A love that not only fills but builds
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It is said
With a genuine smile
Do you really wish me well?
Sorry, it's just the Senecal me
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