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Cold February. Heated furnace...
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Cold February. Heated furnace... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Cold February. Heated furnace. And you, my dear, refuse to sleep. And lights across the window sweep, And droplets freeze upon its surface. My eyes meet yours. We dim the lights. And suddenly, as one, we’re breathing My hands, around you, interweaving, I recollect the gone-by nights. My flesh is burning, -- raging wild! “My dear, I’m ready to confess...” You place your hand upon my chest, And softly whisper, “save it, child...” ------------------ Check out more of my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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DancinQueen
since 2000-07-29
Posts 1092Kokomo,IN,USA |
wow~ such passion in this. i liked the title, too. it was different, got my attention. great job! *dq ¤Sometimes the hardest thing to get over, is something you never really had¤ |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Very very nicely done here. I only wish I had the talent to come up with such wonderful poetry such as this.  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you! |
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