#darkness
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by Michael Plante When everyone has left mebefore the coming of nightI hear you come creeping through the door.Blinded by your loveand the secrets you keeptogether we danced in the dark.When all that surrounds us is coming apartwe dreamt until the dawn stole our dreams. You are the silhouettethat keeps me alivewhen everyone has turned…
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by Michael Plante A poet walks into the darknessharvesting their thoughtstoiling in the mind’s reclusea labor of love reduced to words.We spit on the consumer’s marketa $1.99 a pound;for the poorer a poet the greater their work. Planted seeds of youth prevailhardship and adversities enrich the soiltend to the rows gently yet firmlyuntil daylight destroys…
