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 Nov 2017 gaurangi
Annie
Silk Robes
 Nov 2017 gaurangi
Annie
Red roses
And your broken smile
Don't go
Please stay here for a while

We'll talk
About how the world will end
The dark theories
And the forgotten thread

The broken glass
And the moon lighting our faces
Feel the moment
Feel it before we leave our traces

In a hundred years
And days I can't count
These silk robes will smell like us
But we won't be here -we won't be found
I've got a monster under my bed
He tells me his name is Regret
The monster in my closet
Calls himself Jealousy
The monster behind my mirror
Well, I suppose that's just me.
 Nov 2017 gaurangi
Joshua Dougan
Have some standards poets!
Your audience beckons you.
If you talk about genitalia...
Then think of what that says of you.
A supple blossom, coupled with utter elation,
It is not grabbing her breast: your udder titillation.
Write what you will, poetry is of the heart.
But don't force yourself on her and call it art!
Standards.

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