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It seems I win with words.
Do you know words are insufficient? Give me your embrace, Give me more than words. I am dying with lack of love in a world that wants my beauty, but does not know me. You are the balm to my demise. But you deny the water leads to the flow where the waterfall falls. Dangerous, powerful and I have already jumped. I turn my head, still you hesitate. Catch you on the other side of passion, if you dare. |
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what can I say? when a poem is beyond its own words.
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Nice poem
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what can I say? when a poem is beyond its own words.
Thank you. (((Curtsies)))
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Nice poem .
Ha ha. I always know you will appreciate our words. 
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Very powerful! Amazing description, and I could see images, raw, and very lucid.
One can feel the desire approaching to a cliff-hanger... |
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Very powerful! Amazing description, and I could see images, raw, and very lucid. One can feel the desire approaching to a cliff-hanger... I wish
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well...................................it is. Them's words is there now.
You done it. Nobody will dare change them there words.... 
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well...................................it is. Them's words is there now. You done it. Nobody will dare change them there words....
Stop!! Torture me why don't you 
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hi
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Sun 03/29/20 04:01 AM
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All in vain. My love is not wanted...And the heart says to the temple, wish you were a better shot,
now I grieve again. And the famdamily come in their black asking to remember love. I have nailed my hands to the door to keep you out, I have set it alight, and I say. "No more darkness". The fire to my door may burn my palms, but you are gone, all of you. And I have light in my hands a fire that hopes for more. |
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It seems I win with words. Do you know words are insufficient? Give me your embrace, Give me more than words. I am dying with lack of love in a world that wants my beauty, but does not know me. You are the balm to my demise. But you deny the water leads to the flow where the waterfall falls. Dangerous, powerful and I have already jumped. I turn my head, still you hesitate. Catch you on the other side of passion, if you dare. My wife once asked me who my favorite poet was. And I told her I had few who inspired me. They were Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, James Emanuel, and you. I truly love your work. Thank you for inspiring me!!! |
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To be on the list with Maya is the highest compliment anyone could give me. I love her words too. Thank you Mig
  
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