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Concealed

                                    We lost no time doing it in the mezzanine, so impulsively concealed.                            Then twice more after in our limousine, so convincingly concealed.                                     Poetic metaphor reveals reality that otherwise can’t be perceived.                            Sans metaphor, what can word mean, so … Continue reading

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An Empty Sheet

                                    To start out new, what to wait until: an empty sheet.                            To quit it good, how to make it nil: an empty sheet.                                     Her bed’s made up for no stranger to stay the night,                            a thin blanket against … Continue reading

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I Was Here

                                    Despite the treacherous road and torturous climb, I was here.                            Regardless darkness raining down pus and slime, I was here.                                     Things fit perfectly. Things meant their best. Things stayed on,                            kept past quitting time. When we were in … Continue reading

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