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I sit this eve in
my living room
you have been here before
how you are this
embracing
warm and soothing
breeze
covering me
like your scent
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
xmas68’s Poems (12)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Wed | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Friend of my Soul | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| Home | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Abschied | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Mine | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| random thought | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| What We Do | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| 2 of you | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| 41009 | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| What You Do | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| 42209 | 1 | 04/30/2009 |
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