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Sad lump in my mouth
kills flavor of all food
I am less when he is gone:
I will be less when he returns.

-touch a tender moment
snuggle softly in my arms-

For two days it slid silent
along my naked arm;
an added copper bangle
makes it sing his name
every time I move my hand.

-soul bleeds through these
holes torn in
my fragile paper face-

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The following comments are for "Senses"
by Cybele

I like this poem. Reminds me of Haiku in a way.

( Posted by: gsmonks [Member] On: December 19, 2003 )

vampire warning
this is a very fine poem, but it doesn't sound like a very healthy place - sounds like someone's living off of you -

( Posted by: johnlibertus [Member] On: December 27, 2003 )

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