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we can create laughter

poems wear no regrets
poems are naked inside

if i could sit like
a stone angel
breathe deeply the gloom that gathers
in caves where swimmers are drawn by ancient hands,
while
desert sands destroy lofty footsteps
and death mocks us, laughing

it is i who rain

what is left of you, what is left of me?

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Remembering Sam Genshaw of Cleveland, who left his body to science and left no writings but what he wrote in my heart. Larry Epston of Garden Grove City, California whose ashes are under an orange tree that was planted for in his name www.epston.com and Michael Zimmerman of Munich, Germany, German authorities took his website down and confiscated all his possessions, he died intestate, friends buried him in Munich, Kale is growing over his grave.
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breathe deeply the gloom that gathers
in caves where swimmers are drawn by ancient hands,
while
desert sands destroy lofty footsteps
and death mocks us, laughing

Incredible write!

always, Cat

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It makes one to think about the words and what you are also thinking and saying in the write.
Very good Anna

Blessings
Mona

Those last lines as questions pose the thing for readers to ponder and especially with your author notes there. It has a soft sting to the words here.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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