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,
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My Heartbeat Pauses, Lingering
My heartbeat pauses, lingering for its cue
To reappear, yet nothing skittles forth
With promise to ignite me bright and new
In you. Now, I must meet a life, sans mirth,
A life, sans worth -- but only for a space
In time. I now know I need leave you free
To friends and folly, full of fickle spice
Less iced than acids left by you in me.
For near a score of months, we set our sights
To pure romance which language cound not match
In Romance language -- now for naught. Your flights
Defeat our time-bent 'tempts to love that much.
My heart resigns to truth, and caustic life
That aches and burns, my lone intended wife.
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...by
the founder of PM Productions, Barry Parham.
First published by the diaTribe -
June 2001
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