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by Emily Davidsoni love
every inch
of you,
your every
feature,
your every
hair,
each of the cells
that make up
this man
that i call home
i feel that
so strongly
but then look into eyes
that suggest
i don't know you at all 05/06/2008 Posted on 05/07/2008
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/07/08 at 03:35 AM I like that ending a lot. The way it opens up a floodgate of possibility...good and bad, I suppose. Another good one. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/14/08 at 10:43 PM ...everybody LIVES this, you'd think some of them would discover the slob they're with/and or $#%@ but oh no!!, we wait til we messed it all up, eh?...cute but tooooo real for to be eaten at once, one bite of reality at a time, eh? charlie |
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