Izzie Poems

I know not
Who is the infant on the road
Which road led him to this
Why he looks like this
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This room
Is it the familiarity or the loneliness
Is it the darkness that haunts me
Is it the night drizzle that creates a horror
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Sincerely, I've heard not her voice
But she's said something
Something eluding her consciousness
Silently with her eyes
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Anyone but I, you'd love
But I love you
Anyone but I, you'd crave
But I crave you
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