some poets can see
fantasy and reality
love the truth of each
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cries out with joy at
lashing lines of poetry
on body and mind
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pulsations of verse
fill her cup with poetry
she sips them slowly
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the storm came on her
washed away what some call sin
with love's cleansing rain
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hides herself away
daring me to seek her out
with my searching words
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don't say seduction
i cannot make you love me
unless meant to be
Donovan Baldwin