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Bare
by Maria KintnerAnd it is true;what
Bronte said about me and you.
The secrets of our souls
and the bodies that came between them.
It is just this one,
a flesh and sinewed cast,
between our future and our past.
Farther ahead that we would like.
Each breath, a moment closer.
Each night, just more of the same.
And all this time between us,
the longest end to the worst game. 05/31/2009 Posted on 05/31/2009
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/25/11 at 01:40 AM After reading Lucid, I know this is by no means your best work. That being said, it is obviously a personal poem and I hope it strikes a chord with you. |
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