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The choice wasn't mine
In my dreams.
I was visited.
By love.
I was open.
I was clear.
I was happy.
then...
I was stalked.
I was hiding.
I was closed.
I was shocked.
I was sad.
I was imprisoned.
In my dreams.
I was visited.
By love.
I was open.
I was clear.
I was happy.
then...
I was stalked.
I was hiding.
I was closed.
I was shocked.
I was sad.
I was imprisoned.
Wow! Hugss!
Wow! Hugss!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I guess it does have more
I guess it does have more impact without the previous ending. Really was my dream last night though. Short version... :)
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Is It Me?
Or are there two poems (complete and fantastically written) here. The tack on is independent of the nice rhythm set up with the call and response. Imprisoned as a line by itself ends one poem effectively. - just a thought on structure - it is not always about getting it all said, when the kernel is popped and eatable -or not. Nice write - Lady A
I hear ya. Perhaps I will
I hear ya. Perhaps I will edit a later and break it up... I think you're right. Thanks for the critique. :)
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