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allowed (cinquain)
by Meredith C HartwellI drink
milk with hunger
gulping, almost wishing
it liquor or something harder
like life.
Once more.
I should have known.
I am nothing special
to him. For you have always held
his heart. 12/02/2001 Posted on 12/02/2001
Copyright © 2025 Meredith C Hartwell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/24/09 at 01:08 AM Ouch. Well, I think that there is a deeper diamond here. I like the first stanza. I would revisit this and explore the intricacies which are begging to be unraveled. |
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