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Still loiter
I still remember
You were amiable amid in the all brassy muddle you were
I still feel that affinity, essence of that grin
You were no gem but was something for me
I know esse changes, people be lost, expire or perish
But I was none of them a true wistful
Longing for your birth
Still.
You were amiable amid in the all brassy muddle you were
I still feel that affinity, essence of that grin
You were no gem but was something for me
I know esse changes, people be lost, expire or perish
But I was none of them a true wistful
Longing for your birth
Still.
Published 1st Nov 2015
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16th Nov 2015 00:05am
I'm honestly confused, because I can't find a natural rhythm in which to read your poem. Consider adding punctuation or changing the number/length of the lines to make your meaning clearer. And, on the chance I'm unaccountably oblivious to some meaning everyone else can easily perceive, my sincere apologies; I'm new at commenting on the poetry of others.
