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in between the speech and the being.
By eidos
I loved you, the way I loved the title of a poem
before I had the chance to read it.
When the words inside were
simply not important
because I felt the anticipation of reading them
flowing through me like a pen was slammed into my wrist
and the
ink from those lines was draining into my veins.
The way a child
loves a puppy, before it's old enough to bite.
And I loved you the
way I loved the title of a poem
before I had a chance to realize
that
one line, can not define a person.
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Copyright 2012 eidos
Published on Tuesday, August 28, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, April 10, 2023, carlosjackal
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wrote:
Pure magnificence.
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On Tuesday, October 30, 2012, Dreaming in Stanzas
(303) wrote:
There have been so many poems that have proved to me just how amazing you are but this is hands down my favorite, god I tried to write this poem before and failed. I am so happy I've been fortunate enough to read your work.
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A former member wrote:
There is always a doubling of pain in your works. The exterior one that is in the poem and a far far greater interior one that is in the unwritten parts.
From how I read them. Cuts both ways.
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On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
I've read all of your work thus far, and remain just as impressed with this, and the ending echoes as if it were written into law by the ancients. One line can't define a person, sometimes, not even an epic can. I agree with Dyb, very philosophical, therefore, very welcome here.
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A former member wrote:
very nice...
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