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JAMS
Thursday, October 16, 2008
revised poem titled: the Novice
I write poetry
and prose,
she said.
Sultry sounds
echo
away
into the tender night.
But all she could hear was the drop
Kick me.
I’ll feel better,
She said.
The weight of me against you.
Inside
I feel pressure, tension,
love.
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