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poetry movement 1.12.03

this week in prose
the day was delightful
full of light
even as the darkened
corners of the room
crowded in on our
naked bodies
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there we were
out in broad daylight
trying to hide our love
from the world
this forbidden relationship
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inertia swallows
me whole
consumes
my passion
as I lie
motionless
dreaming of
what could be
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the rain pouring
I think of all
of the tears
that you
hold onto
no flowers
grow at
your door
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when I asked her
she, not even with pause
said that she
had no doubts
as if the question
had no other purpose
than mere curiosity
I admitted to
fickleness as
I looked at
him sitting
back against the wall
quiet ~ reserved
he said
me too
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her phone calls
more constant
more desperate
as she tries
to hold onto
what has already
slipped away
evaporated into
thin air
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he called
again, profuse apologies
empty promises
my heart
can no longer
be broken
I've already
collected the pieces
and made a mosaic
held together
with an impenetratable
glue
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her blue flame eyes
make my heart
skip like a
playful child
as she reaches out
her arms
for me
to hold her