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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Of Your Mouth
Of Your Mouth Sleep in your misery, lie in icy passion The cold wet spot left in memory of love spent Wasted on a sheet that knows no sins, no stains Wallow in your guilt, cuddle against the raging wall The remains of time unheeded, broken against the window Polluted through no fault of my own Embrace kindness thrown away, tangle with my pride The faces of simple memories linger on still Vanquished with a word from the gaping hole Of your mouth.
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