Marica Apodaca Poems

Reaching back in time


Searching for each moment
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Old bones buried
never to be disturbed.
They lie deep in the ground
voices no longer heard.
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Flames may consume my body
but my soul it cannot destroy.
The pain of consumption,
shall no more than annoy.
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His laugh is soft,
Tickling my soul.
Delicious Dreamz of his love,
Running in my veins.
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