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“If Only” a poem

Posted on January 6, 2021January 2, 2021 by seanboydnyc

It always seems hard  a task out of hand To keep spirits high our moods in command With the passing of time  webs are twisted thick  Secrets are revealed  we learn weakness quick Using what we find we paint the world black To defend our pride  we go on attack Our senses are sharp  imagining … Continue reading “If Only” a poem

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“Citrus Blood” a poem

Posted on December 9, 2020December 10, 2020 by seanboydnyc

Citrus blood runs down greedy fingers

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“Wax-eared”, a poem

Posted on December 6, 2016December 10, 2020 by seanboydnyc

I go forward wax-eared to siren cries

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As the rosy finger of dawn
caresses your head
Oh, to lay my smile upon your bed!

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