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Lie with poetry
If I could lie with poetry as if beside a lover,
Rhymes like arms to hold me, laden pages as a cover
between me and my reality, the truth I try to hide,
Too feeble for the malice of the world that waits outside.
If I could lie with poetry as if upon a lover,
Minds meeting as hearts beat to find the rhythm of the other,
Words caressing skin, or tasting sweet on lips so red,
...Monday 25th March 2019 10:44 am
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