Things

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Things

I wonder about you.
And all the things you used to do.
All the things you've ever thought.
All the things you've never been taught.
All the things you'd like to see.
All the things you wanted to be.
All the things that have been said to you.
All the things you wish you had paid attention to.
All the things you think of me.

I wonder about you a lot, you see...

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

CNS’s Poems (60)

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Possibilities 1
Sweater Weather 0
Morning Light 0
100 Miles 0
Falling Short 0
Hot Bath 0
Enchanting 0
Driving Off Again 0
Too Pretty 1
Regret 0
Trials of a Hipster 0
Running on Empty 0
October 25th, 2013 0
School Tricks 0
Lifeguard 0
Benevolence 0
Backbone 0
Haunted (in September) 0
Reflection IV (Midnight Musings) 0
Chipped 0
I Give Up 0
Spell It Out 0
Out of Sight Out of Mind 0
Reflection III 0
Reflection II 0
Aflame 0
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy 0
False Impressions 0
(You Can't) Turn Back Time 0
Reflection I 1
Someone's Missing 0
Casual 0
Vertical Truth 0
Nineteen Minutes 1
Momentary Elegance 0
Voicemail 0
"You were the best thing that's ever happened to me." 0
Pet Peeve 0
Oregon Coast 0
fin 0
Sun Lakes 0
Writer's Block 0
Holding On 0
(No longer) Drowning 0
Est-ce que je suis perdue? 0
Traces 0
Written in the Stars (it seems) 0
TV 0
Sandtimer 0
Things 0
Missing You 0
Missing You 0
A rose by any other name... 0
Crutches 0
Cold 0
Thursday, May 23rd 0
Let it Be 0
Black Ink 0
Treasure Map 0
Diverging 0

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