Trial Error Poems

It is not about

The gown
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I love
The way you say my name
The way you touch my arm
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If I were you, if you were me

Would you carry for that long a pregnancy
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Morning

the Sun rises
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I read a poem if I get from some one

Who thinks that I can give it a spare of time
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The clamor of the poor

Out of hunger
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Though legs

Were like a broken
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