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Warm milk
Tired eyes
No anxiety
Full tummy
Full comfort
In your arms
Drifting, yes,
Slowly but surely.
 Mar 2020 Heather
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
 Mar 2020 Heather
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
and must
i
say
not in agony
but
in realisation
"we poets are liars"

whilst we sing,
"I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In)",

love came in at the eye
travelled
through the body
and left . . .

WE POETS ARE LIARS.



                         vargov
Or shall I say they bent the truth to lie...

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