Through the summer
I sleep
sound, not still
A bleary sight near the tinctured courtyard,
dreamy
I see your flag
but my focus, on
eclectic extremities
But I Don't Want Out.
not here at least.
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Author:
MacFlower (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When love sick keep in mind, was it something you said or something you didn't say?
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