Jeremy Limn Poems

I had suitcases
filled with poems
hoping to change the
shape of liberty bludgeoned
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a frosted summer
your moonbeam
feverish smile
entraps me in
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"I'm waiting at the door
with the dying roses
singing, 'If I
could turn back time'
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A woman is dancing, bathing in
blue roses, she is whimsical,
greater than any day, beauty
coursing through her veins
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I remember Gilgandra
air, and Dubbo moonlight
glazed by Mutawintji
sights
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black sun
tenebrous sand dunes
coursing and casting
the virility of love
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