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Here from the start,this might be the fourth dayme trying to convince the girlto come with a playful kiss. Perhaps she’s too wiseto fall for my little tricks. “C’mon poet,we do our best when there are no rules to follow.”I can understand her point,she is the one after all,calling all the big and heavy shots…

Her sound is all but muted,still, she carries aroundthe weight of yesterday. My stunning beauty,I love you,even in this dark silence. I can tell you nowI still rememberthe ringing perfectionyour bell made. I’m nervous nowthe hurt and painthe loss of a mother,and other thingshave silenced your soundforever perhaps. I’m preparedfor a lifetime of convincingI’ll take…

The first of seven nightsit’s been a half hoursince we’ve last kissedwith these new eyes. Yesterday, when we were blind,I honestly did not mindbeing lost on the insidevoid of this vivid lightI was perfectly finelying soulful in my bed. The afternoon sunsits perfectly balanced between a quick moving breezeI was shielded and alone protected from…

Certain words and other linesGrace dislikes certain poems. I’m here now,on this other sideto explain whyyou’re the girl who needs certain poems. I’ll take the potion or serum dyeinject you into my arm,just a few seconds moreso my hulucinatoins can start. Whatever this is,or whatever you areI am transfixed on your form. Oh let me…

According to the hourtoday was expected to be our seventh start. Of course love’s sickness endured no matter how lightly we triedour footprints were imprinted deep and heavy in the mud. I suspect, that neither of usever wanted to be left aloneso here we are counting. I pull the flower and stemand like an expertI…