Palatable Unpalatability
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Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
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Categories:
undefinably, discrimination, imagery, introspection, war,
Form: Free verse
Heat Source Hunger
...Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion o...
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Categories:
undefinably, love,
Form: Ballad