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the choir grows with the barks of dogs,
the rumble of cars, the fusion of bogs
Inspired by the happy night sounds outside my window as I write every night.
I tried to catch
a whiff of her scent,
as she walked past
there was none
but the putrefaction
of old dreams
stubs of old love
a black dress
and red shoes
she
threw
him
away
she
had
nothing to feed him

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exciting ideas blaze through
a shower, a moment,
a life, with you
lustrous sky
framed by my window
master brush-strokes
Sun kisses Cloud
I hate the smell of pine,
wistful hours,
spent alone
windmills churn,
the ocean blue-
my love is sweet
and so are you
why are you here?
what do you want?
an old lover, a call
dare I breathe?
I never want
to miss her
skies, nests and deception
don't ask any question
supple sighs and snores
gone today,
back tomorrow
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