wife
one timeless face
I would want to be mirrored
in my own
one noble prey
through the dark of the woods
I'd follow
one worthy foe
on the eve of the battle
I'd die for
wife
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Sleeves’s Poems (23)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| memories | 0 | 08/24/2012 |
| album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
| turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
| delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
| cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
| wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
| imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
| sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
| emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
| gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
| Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
| Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
| The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
| Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
| Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
| I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
| Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
| Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
| You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
| Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
| Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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