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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Lost child

Alone,
in the same old crowd,
trying to ignore
this stifling pain.
 
I am but
a lost and lonely child,
aching to be seen
and touched again.
 
I am ashamed to say
I don’t know how
to reach beyond
this veil of fear.
 
I miss you
and love you always,
though I know not
who or what you are.

(2013)

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Sweet Mary Jane

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Ideas and notions

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
Only ever thee

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
No strings

I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
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You are what you seek

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
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That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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How are you?

How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
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The abyss

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
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This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed



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