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- [ She presented to us a poem of human death; all I could see ] at sharepoetry
She presented to us a poem of human death; all I could see / was the body of a bird I had once attempted to save, / his body rapidly cooling; small, pink heart no longer beating / under translucent skin. The last cry I heard him utter was perhaps - [ I pulled off my skin ] at sharepoetry
I pulled off my skin, / stripped down to my heart / just for you. / / Breasts gone - / do you recognize / I am still the same? / / Touch me sweetly, / but not down there - / that's not who I am. / / Leave your skin. / Forget y - [ There are many clichés about love. About how nice it is. About how it can hurt. About how teen-age lovers part ways. About how teen-age lovers stay together. ] at storywrite
There are many clichés about love. About how nice it is. About how it can hurt. About how teen-age lovers part ways. About how teen-age lovers stay together. / / You never forget your first love, they say. Truth is, you never forget any of your love
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on A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe, on May 29, 2006This is one of my favorite poems. Gotta love Poe. lol.
