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Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

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At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

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Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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I Know Most Who I Am When You Are In The Room



for me
words come easily
naturally

a lark doesn't have to make a decision
to take wing
it just flies
and rests when it has the need to

but words aren't coming
easily for me tonight
and there's a need tugging at my wings
keeping me from my rest

I seem to have lost some of my bearings
my heart isn't quite in this moment
I'm high and away
in the blank black desert sky
free-floating from my Anchor
but,
its not the ground I need
its not familiar surroundings
its not the sort of comfortable routine
we know so well

its more than this
its you
the essence
the necessary intangible
I know most who I am
when you are in the room



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legal copyright for this work/poetry and also by
this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this
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Meloo Straight From her Tilt-a-World








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