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...it's dark / musky - wet / the night is / blacker than / ash that gathers / in the ashtray / alley nearby / the cardboard / cubicle... where / I sleep and / think and read / the soggy magazines / that float upon the / urine mixed pond stream / trickling from out the busted / pipe... wait, where was I / ...oh yeah… sign in to read more »
A good secret - a bad secret / A naughty secret - a favorite secret / Your secrets are my secrets / My secrets are yours / I am your secret; you are my secret / / We are secret / / Each secret that we secure / -within the seal of beliefs / / Each secret pushes and pulls / / Secrets swim into one another… sign in to read more »
I passed by the window of the young woman whom I love / Finding the curtains were open / She sat upon the balcony / In the midst of plants and a fold-out table / Drinking tea, speaking to me, and I return her kindness / She is but a beautifully fine woman, a goddess with no equal / Although never my lover… sign in to read more »
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