alone in my room
only alive in my words
living old memories
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plodding through life
on a path from birth to death
recording the journey
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never have belonged
poet lost in the real world
seeking fantasies
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happy poet she
yesterday's stranger well met
understanding love
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not what body does
but what hearts and minds would do
that really matters
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tending her rosebuds
kissing dew upon their tips
tasting firm berries
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visions seen and heard
the lady behind the veil
whispering her secrets
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i worship mortal
goddess below olympus
genuine woman
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like bee at flower
she comes and sips my honey
hearts as evidence
Donovan Baldwin