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Poetry By: idehya

Short poem - incomplete

Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

What happen? - you think because I play I can't hear I can't see - what's thrown to the floor - straight to-the- right in front of me - the hinged sounds and sights of lust filled fantasies - seen in the faded smiles before the bedroom close - the lost nakedness of a bearing soul - secrets kept but hard to keep - in garment designs not to be seen


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