[[...two more puzzlePoems for Fri.17.Mar.2k...]]

...words...

crumpled thoughts wished

left wanting lonely freely

falling like words haunting the

softly never silence

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...two...

worried whiskey bliss

locked fingers answered

the bittersweet waltz

soul splash

two could hope begin and end

a wet kiss

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~Faye Manning