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Roland Anye Poem
Now that I killed
the cat, I know.
Your crystal-diamond look:
My opium, my dope.
Now that I told you,
The words can't stop
Flowing and oozing.
Like that volcano of a century.
You are now to me:
My axis, my epicenter.
You remain that dream
with Joseph's absence.
I still am fascinated.
Running short of words
was never part of the deal.
One things stands out:
I found my ribs.
Copyright © Roland Anye | Year Posted 2012
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Roland Anye Poem
I met and known
Merry Merry, Oh!! Merry
I dance, I sing, I laugh
Beautiful world!!
What was that bang?
What's that hole underneath?
I bleed but don't see.
Oh!! now I see, I bleed white
Did you touch me?
Copyright © Roland Anye | Year Posted 2012
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