She is beauty
no other word aptly describes
her luminescence.
So intense is this radiance
that when I am with her
I become beautiful too.
If this is the glow
of friendship; to love her
would be Heaven sent.
In a list
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This poem walks sideways to a grave and that reminds me that I did write the poem about the dead boy and I read it from the pulpit on Sunday last when I spoke a sermon at church.
I did. Really. 
The poor dead boy... it is so sad. 
Melodies who loves your poem.
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Yes, please send the dead boy poem to me. I won't share it with anyone. Thanks!
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You didn't actually write the dead boy poem? If so post it on AP
And if not write it. I should write one too.
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Yes, I REALLY REALLY did write the dead boy poem. It is a sonnet. I did not post it on AP, though, for it is a poem that is going into a collection of poems I am writing that I will never post here. BUT, I will send it to you anyway, so you can read it, if you wish.
Do you wish? 
Please do write a dead boy poem and send it to me. Please.
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"...deflating time,
shattered into many shards..."
Feeling the impact...
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