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Post by leecrowell on Dec 17, 2011 20:07:15 GMT -5
I don’t see you as a loser, as I'm busy losing myself. Some part of you pressed to me, a played out mammary or calloused foot anchors my sense of belonging. You volunteer yourself to my disposal, trust that I cherish. I could crush you and leave any given night and that’s how this thing endures.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 20, 2011 2:30:49 GMT -5
loooking advertisy in the eye is perhaps a way to rationalise and to discover a new modus vivendi that has emotional energy of the interesting kind...engaging poetry indeed
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 20, 2011 19:34:39 GMT -5
Yikes! Yhis is hard-nosed stuff.
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Post by leecrowell on Dec 21, 2011 22:55:03 GMT -5
Thanks guys. As my son once said when he was five, 'I put a lot of f word into it'.
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