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Supposed

I was supposed to write more poems
I did…but didn’t bring them all the way
here
They are at home secreted in a drawer
drawing moisture I presume
for my hose is damp with the
absence of you
I wrote diamonds for you
I dug deep into my sub-zero
conciousness
pulled with all my mind
on fissures in the rock
What I found were warm thoughts
of you
where our conversations used to be
I treasured them and took them
over diamonds
No one will buy them…which is nice
Really it is better than nice
no one can take them from me
no one but you knows they are there
and I think you know their worth

Now this is what you have rather
than more poems from me
will you hold them like diamonds
or pet them like your favorite pony?

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