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Poem in Progress B (explicit)

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I see the star I do not run 
I fall apart I come undone
I live for it 
the rain the burn 
the everlasting storm 
a rush a drug 
a hurricane of pure 
fucking love.

I never met a siren 
didn't drag me out to the deep 
I drowned a few times 
came back whole complete 
from under the sea 
now I tie a rope to the lighthouse 
and swim when I please 
when I get the need 
I dig my grave 
and I dig it deep 
so deep 
I'll come back three...

©JM.Cole

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 11:26

Really good. Powerful and engulfing.

May I ask what 'I'll come back three' means? Likely a literary reference I don't know; and, yes, my loss. But I would like to know. I don't think you use any 'expression' lightly.

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