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Summore

  • Last seen on Aug 5 11:20 AM 2008. Member since August 4, 2008.
  • I am a 43 year old person
  • I have 1 comment, 24 poems

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  • Heaven or Earth? at allpoetry
    An angel broke a heart.
    How could that be?
  • Tomorrow Remains at allpoetry
    Another year has come and gone.
    Like a call on hold,
  • This Heart at allpoetry
    It is neither made of stone or glass.
    This heart is made with love and kindess.

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  • on Here I Love You by Pablo Neruda, on August 4, 2008
    The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
    My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
    I love what I do not have. You are so far.
    My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
    But night comes and starts to sing to me.
    *Seems near or far satisfaction comes from loving* Although, when it comes to love, I prefer near. This I like.