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Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016
Not quite a hurricane
but a wind that still blows,
holding love aloft.
I prefer to be behind the scenes
like god,
observing the audience
through a ***** in the curtain.

I am prophecy self-fulfilled,
but I’ve been before mistaken.

Surprised to learn
that they embrace what they ****.
Featured along with other fine poems in my poetry collection, "Witch", available on Amazon and Lulu.
avalon Aug 2017
her eyes pluck him
like harp strings
sing for me, boy.
do you sell your voice
like you sell kisses?


she does not have strings.
he would not pluck them
if she did.
Under the sapphire sky
That's dusted with clusters of stars
I lay down on the grass
I started to count it one by one
I started to draw imaginary lines
Like constellations, they draw
Your full name right
Sometimes, it's nice to imagine the stars watching us, and thinking "what happened to these two?".
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