i'm seventy now,
crumbling, colder,
weakened shoulders,
vague eyesight, and
arms that can't fight.
but this heart can
still lend me the energy
to hold you tight.

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i remember when
our bodies squeezed
the sweat out, which
dripped down in black
and soon enough,
it took the form of
our luscious and
precious, poetry.

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imprison me
inside the
leaves of
your book
and cage
me there
for-ever.

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i'm turning cold
as i write about us
in capital letters
with italic and bold.

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she held the power
of setting his tears
to hell fire and
turning them to ashes.

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find someone who
can walk in your shoe
and paint you red
when you turn blue.

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she was like a hammer to him,
punching a nail in his coffin.

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I see a flame burning,
everytime that I see
those eyes in the mirror
staring back into me.

It reminds me of a war
that I was meant to fight
against my own self
and get to a blazing light.

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You are the most perfect sunset
melting into the sea of my eyes.

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I've got secrets locked inside,
my poetry opens them wide.

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