I Would, Would You?

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I Would, Would You?

Pressed kisses on alabaster necks of sin,
Breath drawn like stick houses on crepe paper
Fragile and ready to fall at the next moment,
Clattering around ankles with plaid boxers.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Bambi86’s Poems (29)

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I Would, Would You? 0
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Butterfly Stitches 1
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Boat to the Shore 0
I've Got No Reply for You 1
Box My Sin 0
Forsake Me 0
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Where I've Always Been 0
I Can't Do It Again 1