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Walls
by Jeffrey ParrenW A L L S
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My four plastered and painted walls
break down daily and I feel passion
while the breeze whips through as
my body gravitates towards the source.
Y M E
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U L O V E
Why me?
Why you love me.
O W E
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Me and mine
becomes we and our.
For that I owe you.
U S
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A heart flutters;
pitter patters lusting beats,
as you and I become us. 09/14/2007 Posted on 09/14/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 09/14/07 at 04:38 PM this is cute and complex at the same time. very good. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/14/07 at 05:34 PM Love the gradual break-down of the walls formally. Like openness on a pedestal in the end. I feel the "breeze", the "passion"! |
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