Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
Can you wait for me if tomorrow I'm not there yet   Would you wait for me even as others decline to stay   Will you wait for me if I ask...
I am an adventurer Love, I cannot promise you a minute of my volatile time.   I have no home to call my own no hearth to place my fire Love...
I need no hand but my own   I told you this I tell you this   Yet you still extend your hand waiting for the day
He clings to me wrapping his long bony talons around my twitching ankle   He climbs my trembling body scaling five feet six inches to sigh...
god oh god forgive us there is no spark to light the kindle no prometheus to gift us the burning rose   and the child is cold.   lord oh...

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