i
am the middle verse
of a poem
written in shaky hands
on
yellowed parchment
forgotten
for the prose
that slides across
her
teeth and lips
i
am the middle verse
of a poem
written in shaky hands
on
yellowed parchment
forgotten
for the prose
that slides across
her
teeth and lips
this is so cool
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This is really perfect
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I wish *I* was someone’s middle verse or end verse or entire verse….
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me too. i would settle for a line in their life.
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I bet you’re WAY more than a line….
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not as far as i have known or felt
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hhmmm perhaps she’s a bit tight-lipped about it, eh?
But honestly, I totally know how you feel. You write it out so damn well.
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thank you. i have been lucky enough to have had two poems i was a muse for. your wonderful Xmas gift and EC wrote one a few days ago. that’s enough for me. i may never have love in a romantic way, but the love of friendship is alright with me.
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