Topic: is it my soul leaving me | |
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do I
understand you trying to understand me our picnic in the cement meadow now turned to irony now the iron melting yet cooling smothering in our impatience yet you say it in words that sound like music running as high as the sun baby baby even the wings of yesterday cannot hold your memories and wheres love not true love but real love yet sorrow scrolls with time imperfection or is it dishonesty or is it my soul leaving me |
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Nice poem .
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Very enjoyable poem.
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Thank you.
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Liked yours too LS .
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