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Read Poems by Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein

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her smile annihilates me;
..this is not the girl..

the whites of her eyes glint..

the blindness of love:

She loves me,
She loves me not!



Foolishness, this test of love..

I know nothing of your heart,
I know nothing of:


Not... when it cuts,
a scion of truth and foolishness,
the blue-blood 

of the unstricken vein;

Do you even bleed?

I need a whisper..

the quiet trickle,

of selfless-giving..

that which whistles;

(as the wind, through thistle)


The bristle of wheat,

your lips the harvest..

of the dead, my dearest.
Kill me with your smile,

for I am already:


Copyright © Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2017


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