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inside this room
many sweet moments
carpet, glossy reds,
scented oranges,
coolest greens,

they do not have
to be all here
to be remembered

sands
steps waves of amber
foamy sighs
it was never the
madness of wolves
never

furious ecstasies
wandering lusts
settled
love was there
it was love
why can't you learn
to accept the
fact of scars and
deformities
parts of inner
longings too

do not pretend
there was love
there was love too....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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