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This life winds
towards love’s worth
Those looping words
tie loose wrists
The laughter’s weak
teasing listless welcome
Torturous longing wilts
tumultuous lust withers
Tempest’s looming wake
tomorrow’s lost wonder
There’s lightning within
these lonely walls
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To Lie With
PoetryA poem I wrote on New Year's Eve 2011 while reflecting on the girl I loved at that moment and facing the reality that our relationship had actually ended weeks before... with both of us left merely holding on to a severed end of our once passionate...
