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A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight

Rating: 3.5
They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.

This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
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Douglas Scotney 03 May 2019
must like garlic you would think
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CONGRATULATIONS as Classic Poem Of The Day, JJ the famous Only One.
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Castellenas John 03 May 2019
Amazing poetry by James Joyce.
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Edward Kofi Louis 03 May 2019
Skin and bone! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 03 May 2019
This is a beautiful poem on love having fascinating expression.
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Seize the day grab the brass ring and live to love.a ten..
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Julia Luber 03 May 2019
Clever and nippy for Joyce- a little bit cat got your tongue.
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Ramesh T A 03 May 2019
Passionate love is pretty well expressed by the great poet!
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