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This isn't exaclty a poem, but more of a memory in connected stanzas of when my grandmother died. If you havn't noticed, the boy is me..
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Luxor Sunset – 1973
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where i once ran like a free bird
when my father pushed me on the wooden swing -
You are salt slowly dissolving
into sugar water and nectarine;by bonjourbunnie 42 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 20 9:16 AM 2008. In personal, recollection, pain, relationship, loss of love, endings, thoughts -
Such opulence, the mind might find quite difficult to grapple
with evidence of wealth once held by those of lordly station. -
father - how we walked salt / flats, guided by / your vigilance / each lost /by EvilKate 48 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 31 9:42 AM 2007. In Life, Spiritual, Recollection, Bittersweet, Transgender
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Down for the count and as the bell chimes / A frown on my face; lay there remember the times / I lost and drowned in pools of my own love for life. / I lost and I've been crowned king of self-induced strife.
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