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Sara K. Poem
Polish off your polish prep yourself for parting with what you want try your luck and fail, fail again and work on your polish. Choose it now.
Copyright © Sara K. | Year Posted 2014
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Sara K. Poem
Great girdle! She cried.
What happenstance have we happened upon?
Have the two nitwits knocked themselves silly with hammers?
What is the sensitivity they seek so?
She heaves humbly a sigh sumptuously,
As if the scene had the heavenly smells of Harvard halls, the musk of her haberdashery
And wondered how she could fit into such a simple equation
Copyright © Sara K. | Year Posted 2014
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Sara K. Poem
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished
How will you see yourself in twentyfold years? Will you still shudder at your reflection? Or will you glance nonchalantly at that figure in passing, worried not of your next encounter. Mark this place for the best of your world. The other way is like a crucification of your self as it were
Copyright © Sara K. | Year Posted 2014
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i have no words
i cannot speak
i mumble on
it comes out weak
i labor hard
my demons squeak
i try holding them in
but then i tweek
Copyright © Sara K. | Year Posted 2017
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i cannot rest i cannot dream until my thoughts, they softly seem to drift on over drift away to dreamy landing and you sway. you whirling durvish of vietnam my silver bullet written on.
Copyright © Sara K. | Year Posted 2016
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