Poetry For Everyday People

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I wonder when you know it?
I'm thinking it has to be
temporary, writing, knowing,

it will effect someones life?

is that when we feel?
is that when all is forgotten?
when we know?  
 
eyes will devour our soul
long as the show is good,

I have too think I can reach
all I need, always,
I have to,
  
although I don't want to
reach any of it,
I can't help myself?

kissing you is such air
I can't deny the effort,

Poe is alive in his grave,
I hear'em crying,

and I ask
please
sip wine before
you kiss me

I like that
wet sloppy
grape embrace.



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