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They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
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Melinda K Zarate
74 years old |
MY TEXTS, Archive 167 Texts
Sanctuary (1) - 2025-10-09
Beneath the Whispers (1) - 2025-10-09
The Gospel of Power (1) - 2025-10-09
Held Afloat - 2025-10-01
Something Has To Give (2) - 2025-09-16
The Cold War on Peace (1) - 2025-09-13
The Power of Words - 2025-09-11
Wondering - 2025-09-11
Curtains of Time (2) - 2025-09-07
If Shapes Could Speak - 2025-09-03
What the Curtains Hide (1) - 2025-08-05
The Moment (2) - 2025-08-05
Timeless - 2025-08-03
His Love Remains (1) - 2025-07-31
Infinite Value (1) - 2025-07-30
The Caper - 2025-07-20
Sacred Intersections (1) - 2025-07-19
When We Reach Out (1) - 2025-07-16
The Bite (1) - 2025-07-14
After the Ashes (1) - 2025-07-14
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