A Southern Poetaster
An inferior poet, living too far south...
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Jun 10, 2012
My Placebo
bare feet rest, naked
to the vacant grass, highs
locked'n hands held, sighs
dare to be, inside out.
cool love, not forsaken
planting words to rise
way and beyond all whys
soon to be, beneath that tree
I wait.
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