UST,
Typically,
Does not make
For good poetry.
In fact,
It is accepted
That such poems should be rejected
As dopey, flat projections
of the hormone-addled brain.
I feel alive.
Today
I feel alive,
Like bursting from the inside,
Like growing 'till I'm miles high,
Like singing 'till my throat bleeds dry.
I fear your worrying quiet;
Know that I will save you,
That I will grab
And drag
And murmur feelings to you.
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In Word, these two are a pair that share a page, using similar formating.
It is good to change my previous entry... : )









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