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A measure of love

You measure love, Dripping, like time, in crystal droplets By messages left, pin marks in the door. 'I'm so popular,' you told me, Not believing it...

Boxed

My summer would fit Crushed up small in a box, Insignificant in its coffin, If it had blisters and chlorine, From swimming in my shoes One day, after...

Coming back too late

Almost knowing I was here, The house glooms darkly, With searching eyes. Windows, unwashed, door, too red. Long path, tree shadowed. She opens the...