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A collection of poems written when the spoken word has failed me. Although there is no 'theme' other than life you may very well notice several reoccurring subject matters, how you want to interpret these is entirely up to you.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Chapters: 20 - Words: 1,089 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-09-13 - Published: 09-29-12 - id: 3061938
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If I do not allow you
To start
Then there can be no end.
But
There can be no laughter,
No delight
In those moments of triumph
Or well timed mishaps.
No commiseration
When lovers let you down
And friends are found lacking.
There will be
No joy in the unexpected,
Nor galleries
To stumble upon.
We can forget the ease of
Long stretching silences
Accompanied by morning
Breakfast bacon butties.
To have all this
I have to let you begin.
To have all this
I have to let you end.
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