Quetch Poems - Poems about Quetch

...minium was self-made. Books are like comrades, but actual pillows and blankets. She is a rank bibliophile. Her practice is rubbing off. I feel their spines more than hers. Our bed is tiny. She will quetch at the ''tiny bed'' insinuation. I borrowed "quetch" from her library of words. She imparts. I swear by oaths English is a xenophile. I twitch like a wolfish dog clinging to the sweetest bone while drowning in a stream to hear her hymns ......

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...I'm on a train to Baltimore, my device, by insubstantive devices tells me - that somewhere, around the wailing, wawling seas, a girl has stepped back, floated up, found the above - by fallin......

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...She shone so elegant in her red-rose dress, built of peace and harmony, blue eyes painted as if by Keane. Nature stole my red-rose dress; still, my senses never quetch.......

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