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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Melt Antarctica,
Flood over these islands!
     Take me to her!*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Love is after the dead,
And they will soon rise.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
I palpate with words
As often
     As with my hands.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Peace, make way to me.
I empty me
     Of poetry.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Explore the outer space,
Like poets
     Are not yet there.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
My poems attest
That I lived
     As I
          For them.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Love is the only struggle
We truly want
     To face.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Get me a dictionary.
Poetry
     Is sorcery to me
          Sometimes.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Sadness cannot withstand
A godly array
     Of poetry
          Called Love.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
What a classic tragedy!
A small fragility
     Covered by fragilities.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
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