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three’s a crowd

I met him and then I met you
            how am I to choose?
there are too many eyes
                        watching me
                                    and I can’t keep track
                                                nor decide
                                                            whom I want
                                                                        or what
I never thought this would happen
            twice in one day
                        what is happening?
when it rains it pours
            and my heart has been a desert
                        for the length of the empire
What’s a girl to do
            with so many choices
                        and so little time
                                    to make them in?
three’s a crowd
            and you’re taking up my space.





the rustic gates
Information about the first Illusionist!
the definition of illusionism
the evolution of my poetry
a scroll of poem titles
naviation of non-illusionistic sites
a scroll of entertainment of a illusionistic nature
A poem by a modest friend



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