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Poems
By Michael Angelo
“Why I Never Did”
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To see that whole heart in most candid of colors
To see that face bleed back into the masses
To see that fantasy shatter (ever so fragile in shards)
Is to see my heart bleed, stabbed with reality
“The Dancer in the Dark” - A Haiku
In the dark she shines
In the light she fades away
When can she be seen?
“Cold Sheets”
Waken wanting warmth
Feel cold sheets
Wet pillow
(Wikimedia Commons) Agrostis hyemalis drawing
