having read his words
with beating heart she pens replies
hope warm in her breast
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the essential me
the poet you all can love
the man you cannot
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both man and poet
so inextricably one
always unwanted
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i smile as i see
her tangle of tousled hair
hear sleepy murmurs
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knew i wasn't loved
it was all a game to you
i didn't matter
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spends her days watching
couples making extreme love
matching their ardor
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she's someone somewhere
who exactly i can't know
but i still love her
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once more i'm cast out
ishmael wandering alone
no heart as my home
Donovan Baldwin