Dearest Mary-Jane,
Beautifully somber you ascend,
My mind swells as you decrease.

Burnt, broken, sporadic,
Echo in my lungs,
Exhale, as I sleep.

Poetry by Esunis
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Written on 2013-11-03 at 22:38

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I agree with Jim.

Vignettes displaying big pictures. I love them.

The poems are great, the titles are little works of art in themselves.