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There’s no escape and no surprise June 21, 2010

Posted by Phil Groom in Poetry.
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There’s no escape
and no surprise
and every day
is cloaked with lies:

I twist, I turn,
I try to rise,
but somewhere
— deep inside —
she cries…


1. slpmartin - June 21, 2010

I rather like this verse of yours…the first stanza in my favorite of the two…thanks for sharing.

Phil Groom - June 24, 2010

Thanks for stopping by, Charles. Just had a quick peruse of yours … I think I could lose myself for a long time between your lines…

2. fromthesamesky - June 22, 2010


Phil Groom - June 24, 2010

Thank you: appreciated and reciprocated 🙂

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