Tag: Poetry
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It is solved by infusion
I was told it could only be solved by immersion, That total drowning to another’s love,
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after i’m gone they won’t know
after I’m gone you won’t read the five or six thousand books I’ve left behind… come to think of it neither will I. perhaps after I’m gone you might scan the five or six hundred chapters I’ve written… that might begin to have made sense… come to think of it I know it won’t. maybe…
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the thing
The thing permeated meTook over all my memorySubstituted hers for my own.And I walked initially sightless. Until I stopped forgettingAnd remembered regrettingHow the thing dominated me.Still I strove to send it awayIgnored it until her light of dayDarkened my heart initially.And I cried finally frightless.That was the first time,Presciently I started to see That I…
