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Familiarity

Sun burns on asphalt pavements leading anywhere but here.  Roads swerve in the distance, their track taking no notice  of the path back, the way home, and the desolation of familiarity.

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Circles

We're going round in circles same things said, written sighs becoming lies, hammering at my head.

We're going round in circles I met you here before, we kissed but missed the chance to meet some more.

We're going round in circles bitter words flung into air left bare to fly like fledgeling birds.

We're going round in circles and every sentiment expressed is rehashed from an hour ago the prose never refreshed. 

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Spinning Tales

I could spin you a tale of love and  great loss, Of climactic sighs and dramatic tears. I could type out my words, little thinking the cost Was the sum of my heart through the torrential years.

We danced (metaphorically) through tempests and rain You wept through my screen, whilst I listened in My keyboard cracking as I hammered out a refrain To soothe, to comfort, to halt your chagrin.

Neither loved, nor loveless we stood apart, A fatal blow struck by the indifference of lust, And though I can feel a small pulse in my heart, It will cease when I stop writing the story of us.

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Words thrown: night air dulled their sting. Lyrics sung: sharp by dawn. We bleed.

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Summer Dreams

Do you remember when our fingers danced on the skin of leaves and blades of grass, when the buttercups swirled around our knees as we ran and we ran through fields of gold?

Do you remember the sun of that day beating down intensely until our shoulders  were pink, and our faces flushed with excess?

And when the sun took its bow  we lay together watching the night draw in, the navy sky engulfing the orange pinks of dusk. Do you remember now?

Or is it my mind playing tricks?

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Reaching the nadir

The taste on my tongue was not wine but defeat.

The stain on my lips was the blood of disappointment.

The ache  in my limbs slowed my mind's downfall.

The thud of each footfall told the tale of each journey.

But the light through the leaves showed me the path.

And I found my nadir in the green of that day.

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Together

Together our hands clutched at terms never used by those around us. Together we crafted from sand and dust the songs of the sea. Together we built an empire that none could breach. Together we laughed and loved as if the elixir would never run dry.

Now sated, we crumble alone.

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This is a poem

This is a poem about not very much, Not about Him, or Her, or that feather touch, Or meeting under bridges, when stars shine bright Running through storms for one illicit night.

No, this isn't a poem about passion and lust For no bitter tears turned His heart to rust There was no grand obsession that led to a fall For this is a poem about not much at all.