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o The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

o How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

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

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

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

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

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o Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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o THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

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

o Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

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

o If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

o THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN



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Bulimic's Prayer of Contrition 2002

I want no skin, but flesh.
In skin, we hide.
In flesh, we live.
I want no skin, but flesh.
In skin, we pride.
In flesh, we strive.
Skin's a liar, ornamental bark.
I need the truth, the meaty shark.
I've lacked all the inner reserves,
Have bowed to an abomination of the undeserved.
Needed to create my own stern stance.
Struggled to avoid the long-thrown glance.
While abundantly from within I've danced.
Skin's a wrinkle, flesh remains.
Skin is scarred, flesh outlasts the pain.
I want no skin, but flesh.

Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2002





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