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The things about you that greet me
In the corner of my bedroom In creamy solar gauze: The feet steeped in brine The roses you find saccharine; Make a shibari out of time And hang me in a pause. |
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I like the phrasing and rhyme scheme you've used here.
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Nice poem .
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