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In the cell
  Twenty years old
   My time is almost up
    And they will put me to sleep
     Sentenced to death by a system
      Can't really say I'm innocent
     Cause I definitely know I'm not
    Can't really say I didn't mean it
   Cause I did I really did
  They hurt me I hurt them
Now I will die
 May 2016 A Embers
Love
how does one love a poet?
between the lines of their spoken words
and their haiku's.
a jumbled nonsense to an untrained ear
but a masterpiece
to the ones who take your poems
the ones they've studied
and they dissected
because they find them*  almost
as beautiful
as the way your soul shines
when you coin a poem
about the one who
coins their poems
about you.


*the delicate intertwining process of loving a poet.
I'm in love with you and all your little things.
You*
    May
       Say
          It
   And Feel
       It

**But I Don't
Fourth in my series of 'lies', click on #mylittlelies and #mytruths to read the rest.
Thanks.
 May 2016 A Embers
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."

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