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Seated here in a dark room
Like a bride turned down by the groom

I'm here conjured in my imagination
Trying to figure out what is or what will
Be, but still it doesn't answer every question
I don't know what your heart needs to heal

I'm here by my PC typing on my phone
Because It's new and it'll take time to learn
While my mind is taking on a new form
Dripping sweat looking for the best words it can

Call it speech that will seep in through the cracks
And touch every painful spot wounded by your past
Listening to Lana Del Rey hoping to find the words in her tracks
Some kind of soothing spell I can cast

I'm here imagining holding you close to my heart
Here thinking that one day you'll learn your sad is mine
Here sharing your pain even though I can't trace your cut
I'm here in darkness and missing you my shine
 Aug 2015 Liam C Calhoun
Lily
Poetry is my *****
Deep words get me high
Writing so quenches my thirst,
I'd **** for any rhyme
your musky metallic tang
on my bittersweet tongue,
(i'm thirsty);
oh honey,
*let's meet.
For Rembrandt, love of my life.

Rimbaud,
were you next door
with Verlaine
or in a bar
or in a church
when the tables
were turned by
an invisible hand
against us
my heart was snatched
from our star
& stuffed down
a chimney stack
full of eyes &
knock knocking
on a door & a cry
as a pistol shot
rang out in sepia
do you believe
in women made of paper
folded into dancers
for suit-clad spiders
by doses of poison
if so hold this song
between your fingers
say a prayer
or just curse science
or the shadows
of a trashed childhood
any in memoriam
will do right now
when I still love you.
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