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me and Annie (or is it Annie and i) (or poem which succeeded a period of time in which i only read e.e. cummings)

never

(in my sixty years)

was there One

(in my

hissing

slate grey

eyes)

 

that felt

mOre

beaut

iOus

than yOu

(just dOn’t

tell

yOur

mOther)

🌷(4)

◄ i search for love on a cold dead morning

van ►

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Tue 9th Jan 2018 19:23

"Hissing slate grey eyes"...Good stuff.......

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