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Wipe it. Meet me.


When I shut the door
reduce your blatant name
to silence, I don’t caress
but sob your skin.
A pen carves paper.
as I shrink and crookedly
sip the lack in a
missmiss, miss you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/14/2010 5:06:00 AM
Yes, you are good. You belong at the center of the poetic world ... your every write is a delight in moving a them with precision to a focus of precise imagination.
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Date: 5/7/2009 6:59:00 AM
Awww... I liked this little write! Well done Jan. Hugs you! :) Izzy
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Date: 5/6/2009 11:29:00 PM
A PEN CARVES PAPER,MISSMISS,MISS YOU-very sweet,sweet indeed---charma
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