an endless embrace
make the hands of time stand still
with you in my arms
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a desperate race
only so many words left
i must use them all
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this love's battle plan
surround you with poetry
win you with soft words
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fantasy once glimpsed
shadow at the mirror's edge
i turn and you're gone
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i will taste your words
try them with my mouth and mind
until poetry
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once another me
one who dreamed of being loved
when young and foolish
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Scars?
Yes. she has scars.
Her scars are not beautiful,
But, she is, and they are part
of how she became her.
So, I will make love to them,
As to every other part
Of who she is.
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there's an unknown soldier
dying beneath a silent moon
in an unnamed stolen land
between someone else's borders...
name but a shadow on the ground
that history will never read
nor be able to understand.
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i wait quietly
silent as you pass then write
poems about dreams
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may i touch you there
in your mind's pleasure center
and hope feelings spread
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you believe they're sins
but you've been told to think that
they are your virtues
Donovan Baldwin