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 Jan 2016 JL
Dead lover
Poet -
 Jan 2016 JL
Dead lover
I am not a poet,
But a poem,
Just trying to complete myself.
Or maybe,
-I am Completing myself..
 Jan 2016 JL
MacKenzie Turner
at night,
pine branches scratch
the gibbous moon.
velvetine mouth, the opening dark
I am not the only creature
stirred from sleep: far off,
a grosbeak whistles.

the fragment of winter in me
drips.
 Jan 2016 JL
Eliot York
Untitled
 Jan 2016 JL
Eliot York
The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing
Refreshing cool wind on a cross and died. He chose to live for friendship, live for survival, not for that thing any more. This is the meaning of it clung to her old leaves new myriads? Of lingering leaves
[coco, 11 nov 2011]
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