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Love Sleeps in My Pen

How may I show my love and release it to flourish?

image Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Should my love be closeted, shriveled from view?

Should it be paraded like bangles, for lust-gorged hyenas to chew?

Should it wither to a cold death, a poisoned disgrace?

Should it stand exalted sanitized, in some inaccessible place?




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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard

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