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LOVERS DARK Languid nights adorn crevices in folds of skin, that lay dormant until I write poetry I wither in the dry sun admonish guilt-plied pride possessed by your shadow When I cast you to ebony crows I desired your riddance from abolished emotions spewed on stone walls in a haze of pebbled dust You fed betrayal's kiss slashed my tainted heart But I miss you like an old stuffed toy that perceives only molten kisses on sizzling skin that loves you in steadfast dawns in love-lost tulips in brandished seas until the river Babylon folds into creek beds and breeds life Breathe air into this tarnished soul I proclaim in pain hoping we can forgive forage new trails under a bamboo sky

Michael Wayne Holland

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Profile for Edgar & Lenore's Publishing House

Edgar Allan Poet Journal #1  

Edgar & Lenore’s Publishing House announces with considerable privilege and appreciation the first annual journal, Edgar Allan Poet Journal...

Edgar Allan Poet Journal #1  

Edgar & Lenore’s Publishing House announces with considerable privilege and appreciation the first annual journal, Edgar Allan Poet Journal...

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