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melli7 Nov 2014
Walt Whitman says:
I contain multitudes
Well.
How should HE know what I contain?
I mean,
I don't.
How presumptuous is
he, to sing MY song to me?  Whatever
Walt, you're pushing
daisies now so
whatever
melli7 Nov 2014
I’ll make a haiku
It will not say what I want
At least I’m speaking
melli7 Jul 2014
Wipe me clean of bitterness:
left over is a bland weak limp
thing who cannot stand
out in a meal, gets
eaten for lunch
no consequences for the
stomach that restrains me
melli7 Apr 2014
that you aren't The One (but
you knew that already, didn't
you?) Just
didn't think I'd caught
on too

But I  see you with the Other one a
perfect duet of
Ones
I should tell you I
know I'm
not
melli7 Apr 2014
pictures of pictures of pictures are my
past, every year adds another frame another
layer of rose-coloured glass between Now and
Then

Then...now...what? my future is un-
framed, unhinged, unexistant
and so far unbroken
melli7 Apr 2014
Black keys leave me
wondering the night in
shrinking armour a
leg will do I do
do you?
melli7 Mar 2014
I spy with my little eye...
a bigger eye behind.
a nose between the two
some lips sketched in
below, very
red
a chin hangs from the jaw, like
a stubby
stalagmite
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