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[parakleseos]

Hey there. Sorry about the lack of title, but I don't usually title poems, so I figure I'll just adopt a number-based titling scheme for most of what I post here.

Edit: title changed in possibly failing effort to avoid ironic cliche.

Interested in comment on this, specifically:

• how it reads/sounds to someone who doesn't know what's coming
  
• thoughts on tone (something I find horrifyingly difficult to get right)
  
• the effectiveness of the repetitive elements
  

Cheers!

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there is a certain voice and words
an easy touch that makes me think
of a day on secrets
of a laugh that spills light

in supermarkets while
the longest walk of shame, some words
chlamydia trachomatis, thrush
pictures that batter only, and bring their words
the stare and hold that worries only
the strange face one day seen in
polished furniture and the long dark
shine of the hallway light that one day
brings a yellow tiger colour only (his last) and asks
if this is really a chat? or some
easy words said one day only.

it is hard being apart from you.

but a cave you know a pile of things
and thinglike stuff, today, one day, the weekend. the dusty
slip of a life that will
not look back upon itself
another day on secrets
one day words
without light, laughter