Wrote this in a whim while browsing through a Facebook page where poets share their craft.
What do you think?
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Posted by anagail on September 5, 2015 in Poetry
Tags: creativity, dreams, poems, Poetry
September 5, 2015 at 1:36 am
Someone added a third stanza…
Fleeing like the dew when confronted by the scorching sun
Leaving in me a deep longing, or perhaps spasms of fears
Letting go of its grip but with fading marks
A fuzzy memory, misty armpits and misty thighs
Stay with me…stay with me
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