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This wanting look

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The more I see beyond
your reckoning words
and their sweet ache,
I realize you won
You always did
I gave,
You hid.

 

And this boyish want
has walked its way
away from you.

 

Despite my stay
and turning look
I was leaving by weighted
line and flying hook.

 

And this turning to your
wished for face
has piled the wanting
piled the weight
like stones not counted
but hurtful thrown
at this sorry target
this sorry bone.

 

◄ 3rd person silent

A Greater Palastine ►

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Brenda Wells

Mon 30th Aug 2021 19:10

I really like the subtle rhythm of this, Thank you

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