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From: slg@ukma.UUCP (Sean Gilley)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: Some especially free verse
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Date: Wed, 13-Mar-85 03:21:37 EST
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Posted: Wed Mar 13 03:21:37 1985
Date-Received: Thu, 14-Mar-85 03:47:47 EST
Organization: Univ. of KY Mathematical Sciences
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And still I wonder just what my love really is
is it real... and what is real love?
The things I think I feel,
the feelings I associate as love,
what are they really?

How can I love her?  We haven't spoken in years.
But every now and then the old feelings appear.
And I fall into the same old trap
That everyone falls into
I think.

You see it's late, I can't sleep.
When I close my eyes I see her. Her of time ago.
I think I'll drop by, see her, chat awhile.
I could... But no.
My love of long ago.

No.  Though I may be lying to myself
I think it's better this way.
The hurt is there, but it's an old hurt.
And I don't think I can take the chance
that might twist the knife inside me again.

	-Sean L. Gilley   3/13/85



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