If all good stones were to
break apart
This, the moon & every star
Know that within the crumbling
of my heart
You in its' flesh or dust
live on.
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- Into the air
- A writer sleeps
- quiveringshakingthe moment of a starepoetry begins...
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- (some Valentine’s day years ago on Atlantic beach,...
- One Petition
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- i want you
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- under a shaded tree ( Kimberly Taylor )
- Within the crumbling
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- DEFINE YOUR ART BY CREATING IT. My name is Mike. My writing style varies. makp45@bellsouth.net. Thank you for being here!
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