ANTIQUES

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2002 Poetry

every bit of what was left

secluded within my chest

golden coffer with arches

pilots my enervated quest

toward a bitter tacit mess

as I'm a recluse demoiselle

too determined to cuddle

priceless old miscellanies

ardently bolted inside me

evoking our past and what

we really used to be

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