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The aftermath

After all,
The trauma,
...

Far from Paradise

each solitary day
aches
...

Here's to the few...

no I'm not interested
in reading the papers
...

If I were to Die Tonight

To surmount egotism
you said
...

If you're leaving take me with you

If you're leaving take me with you,
to a place where the prosaic seems new.
...

Lonesome Traveller

There stands a reticent man
pensive and solemn,
...

7.

Paris

As I grow older
the more faith
...

I remember feeling,
Happy,
Loved.
Now, the present,
...

Children

How boring it is to be selfless for a child.
The very thought of having one
...

Second Hand Sally

Second hand sally,
She'll search, gladly,
...

21st century existence

Once you get me talking,
When I'm feeling free,
...

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The Aftermath

The aftermath

After all,
The trauma,
and PTSD,
Has receded,
After rearing it's ugly head,
You have confronted the demons,
And you are finally free,
Or there is nothing left,
To exorcise,
The bad man has been banished,
And he's not coming back,
Please don't leave the door open,
Again…

But, how, unprofound, it is,
For the poetry, after the fact,
to be unoriginal,
When done,
To be slightly plagiaristic,
To a certain degree,
But still, presumably,
Some use to someone,
Somewhere.

It's enough to leave you baffled,
Bemused,
Thinking, such things, as
"why me." Or just, "why."
Could it be, that, love sometimes,
Loves for the sake of love,
Or saving?

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