Sally Plumb Plumb Poems

Happiness is sacred.
The assasin of sadness
and the beneficiary of love.
Mysterious, and the all being
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She can live
alone
because he is
in her mind
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If you think that
I am maimed -
suprise, suprise.
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A crystal moon
shattered
a glacial sea
scattering
...

Give to me the lightening
of your thought
and tie it with the thunder
of your cry.
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This is where nightmares live
deep in the mind,
unshakeable
and sometimes true.
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I know I am
destined to die soon,
so run my lover,
run my war horse,
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Needful revenge
is a slayer
of the soul.
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It's too late
to appreciate
what kinda man
you are.
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I'm sitting here,
in my usual place,
wondering how
I'm gonna face
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