Maybe it's true
That somewhere inside
Exists a desire
A comfortable wish
For familiar foreign terrain
Like the last time I touched your skin
Or when you last flashed me a smile
But, right now, and mostly,
I just feel so far removed
....from the concept of you
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The second and third stanzas are the heart of this poem. They are the part I read to myself again. Yes, I guess I like to trim.
ReplyDeleteEditing after too much sucker can lead one astray =b. Thanks for the feedback, I like it better this way.
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