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You shivered at the cold and thought the room
would be empty on your return, iron
headboard still cold and hard and your bridegroom
gone, a sea of insecurities, dawn
and midnight, stolen in a promised kiss
that would never come. But I kept faith, held
on when silence roared for I would not miss
this consecration for life or withheld
my love for doubt. You will always find me,
patient if not perfect. Not only skin
but lambent determination to see
this through with you, to everyday begin
the best I know how, in your heart and arms,
and surrendered to your brave love and charms.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
in response to her poem "Only Skin".
would be empty on your return, iron
headboard still cold and hard and your bridegroom
gone, a sea of insecurities, dawn
and midnight, stolen in a promised kiss
that would never come. But I kept faith, held
on when silence roared for I would not miss
this consecration for life or withheld
my love for doubt. You will always find me,
patient if not perfect. Not only skin
but lambent determination to see
this through with you, to everyday begin
the best I know how, in your heart and arms,
and surrendered to your brave love and charms.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
in response to her poem "Only Skin".
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Dear Mother
Dear Mother
I would like to tell you
That you’re the greatest mom in the world.
You tell me
To ignore what other people say.
You tell me
I’m the greatest daughter in the world.
I would like to tell you
You’re the support beam in my life.
So during our next encounter
I’ll make you breakfast in bed
And I’ll clean my room just for you
So that you can relax without worries
Because I love you.
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To my dearest friend -Song idea
Where have you been hurt
Where are all your scars
I'd like to thank the person who helped you get this far
Please give this to your smile
I haven't seen it in a while
"I miss you so much it could become criminal"
Are you locked in a case
Or trapped in a box
Or went nowhere and just got lost
I want to know where you are
To help you if I can
Because lately you've been doing things I can't understand
I don't want to cry
You already are
A cry with tears that will never fall
Who are you now
What happened to who you were
This change was so subtle I feel disturbed
If you don't think you can be helped
If you know you can't get out
Know that I a
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mother
mother with whistle, button and mace
drops her weapons to the hospital floor
and screams.
father rejoices - a princess! i'll teach her
everything.
mother still screams.
father, laughing - i pity the boy who asks for her hand.
mother holds baby and shrieks.
father's skin crawls - why aren't you happy?
mother screams. mother howls. mother, inconsolable
(everyone dies but girls are always
born dead)
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For my beautiful and brave Sunday Girl. It is not for nothing that this is the 42nd work, according to "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" the number 42 is the ultimate answer.
as is she.
as is she.
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