doug-collinsWhisper

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Bacon and EggsI remember mornings at your house, / sunshine pouring over me through the floral drapes, / forcing me to scrunch my to return to darkness.
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The BeginningWe were two introverts / surrounded by an infestation / of the dipsomania and delight.
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A Scene from the ICUA different kind of cold settled / in them as they poured through the door / into the bleak grandiosity of the lobby.
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RutEverything is spewing / Out of you like frothy / Beer
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A last calla last dance / at last / the dark fills my eyes
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I need to write a poemmy mind encircles thoughts / of our entangled hearts / and juxtaposed lives
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Secret SonnettEach night I lie here beside you / Looking at your nude pale skin, / Flawless against the scarlet sheets,
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A few haiku...Little vile black fly / perched upon the pallid skin / of Grandpa’s left arm
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