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Maria
He hid her alphas
in a pack of cigarettes
and every time he lit
her passion slow-burned his lungs...
in a pack of cigarettes
and every time he lit
her passion slow-burned his lungs...
Published 1st Apr 2018
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1st Apr 2018 2:30pm
Oh ... this poem is so cryptic ... what are her alphas? I'm dying to know.
1st Apr 2018 3:01pm
her taste, her scent; the touch of each one of her tips; the unrestrained childish euphoria at her sight... all packaged in the irresistible temptation of her Logos...
or, in the final analysis, a simple vowel that just happened to envelope a thought...
or, in the final analysis, a simple vowel that just happened to envelope a thought...
1st Apr 2018 3:04pm
1st Apr 2018 8:04pm
the haze that it all forms ..from what is slow-burned..
sensual & strong. the words & imagery..
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sensual & strong. the words & imagery..
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1st Apr 2018 8:33pm
There is, always, a haze around the name Maria, isn't there?
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