Arelys - Poem by robert dickerson
Even in assenting you decline
and in giving withhold.
Granting, you pluck back
nodding you say no.
Opening the door with your finger
You close it with your toe.
Pledging you recant
In yielding pleasantly conquer.
In tricking, I am trumped
in judging adjure
in winning relent
in laughing, despair.
in Having, I am lost
in buying, I'm sold.
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