Category: Poetry [2010]
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I Love You Not Like A Loaded Gun
I love you not like a loaded gun, except if it shoots flowers. The bang of petals against my own temples causes me to open my mouth. I wonder what would happen to you. The slow motion click of metamorphosis acting like Time as a dancer. Spring is the secret name enshrined along each of…
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In The Back Of The Closet…
Lately The me of now has been conversing with the one from younger years And has found that (sh)e* has a question (sh)E* wonders If best friend since childhood of that time remembers what he did to Us If he ever thought about his actions before he acted When he shadowed the white walls of…
Our Green (Green) Life 