Then
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Mawkishly I stand staring out the open door
Listening to the falling fall rain
Feeling the dampness penetrate
Surround my old feeble body
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Categories:
mawkishly, life, nature,
Form: Other
The Man I Have Become
...In a sky stained with black and white tinges, the moon slowly rose,
Interspersed a being and a storehouse of innocuous anecdote.
Innumerable starlings clove the air,
Even with mawkishly effeminate...
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Categories:
mawkishly, integrity,
Form: Free verse