Aedea Sullivan Poems

That never said word,
so worth the wait,
so well restrained,
keeps the secret
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In a laury
of sense and glory
verb found
its perfect tense.
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No chains, no whips, no tortures.
Paper means nothing to rapers.
Who´s the prince and who´s the pauper?
Those yellow, red and black barbarians
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By instinct,
she caught that
precise instant
when
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