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For My Muse (Free verse) by woodstock20000

The pungent scent of his hair filled my nostrils as I struggled to search the dust-laden books off their worm-worn shelves from my poor library of a head Haggardly writing down verses to remember the smell of his cologne blended with sweet perspirant on the shirt I had hid into All the while, I hear that poor under-payed inner librarian of mine desperately praying to Mnemosyne: "Dear lady, I forget so very much, but please just leave me this as clear as glass and I will be forever thankful..." As his chest slowly rhythmically weighted onto mine. "Dear lady, I forget so very much, but please just let me remember how the light pouring on his face made him look like a carefree farmboy leaning on an time-worn tractor in a barren field" As I looked into those comforting grey blue (or was it blue grey?) eyes. "Dear lady, I forget so very much... but I beg of you" Don't let me forget him.

amanda_dcosta 12-Jul-06/4:04 AM
I don't quite get it... It's like very vague.




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