is it too much to ask
but was that last poem for me
am i a victim of vanity or
plain insanity
cause i have all the clues
but the mystery's not solved yet
thank God for that
sometimes I walk a mile
without a step
believe I'm not afraid
i've been down the dark alleys of love before
and I can't quite explain
what it is in the words
that lures me
that cures me
poetry is my mistress
keeping me awake far too long
can my imagination
imagine my words merging with yours
if only for a sliver
a sliver of time
have to warn you
possibly advise you
that dangerous corners
broken street lights
don't terrify me
cause poets steal
that makes me a criminal
turned sleuth and the case is turning
cold
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