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Martin. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Curious hour, why are you holding me to such ghastly thoughts?
Why must I be the subject of all your stinging seconds?
I have done no wrong today; I am blameless
And yet I am left here, consumed with your greedy hands
Tracing them along my chest, eyes steadfast as coursing ships