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New York City is where people who are
disappearing go. It is very quiet
here, silent. A man and woman
made love below me. I could hear
the bedsprings ringing and the
woman singing in sensual pain.
My thoughts sped up as they humped
faster. Everything is dead in my room
except me and my plants. If I keep
on identifying my feelings with the
feelings of things, I too will be dead.
They are talking and laughing now. His deep
voice vibrates the air. Her laugh
is like water.





Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/20/2015 7:23:00 AM
Keep identifying your feelings with feelings of things! Us poets like it! ;)
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Date: 5/20/2015 7:06:00 AM
Your feelings raw like your poem , a beautiful vulnerability . I love this write.... Bev
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