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Colm
Poems
Feb 2018
At The End Of The Night
Like an alarm clock from the old oak cabin
I wind and wait for you to find
Like a night of rest in which myself
Is nowhere to be found
Like a wishful sigh which dies out slow
As the noise is consumed by the town
So no words are like this, ever enough for me
To express my wingding down
Like a burst of grape in the eager mouth
So a sound it last is out
For the Like in me has not gone away
So much as just been pushed around, haha.
The self... so laughable in it's typical ways. (:
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Colm
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