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The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night
The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night
The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night
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unrepentantly romantic poems
from back when I still cared

vol. 1
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateJan 20, 2015
ISBN9781312852082
The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night

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    The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night - Ernest C Smitten

    The Pale of the Morning Air In Wistful Ruined Cold of Night

    the pale of the morning air in wistful ruined cold of night

    unrepentantly romantic poems

    from back when I still cared

    volume 1

    These poems owe a great debt to the women I’ve pined for, the women who have loved me (if only briefly), and to the unique, crazy places I’ve lived and run away from, over and over again.

    I’d also like to thank: my sugar addiction, melatonin imbalance, general anxiety, a sheltered upbringing, and my wildly obvious influences.

    FYI – any misspellings or grammatical/capitalization inconsistencies you see are intentional. Bear in mind as well, that these works cover a span of more than 20 years and therefore include several stylistic phases.

    Copyright

    ISBN 978-1-312-85208-2

    © Ernest C. Smitten 1993-2015

    first edition of this collection, 2015

    Do You Care?

    on a weepy drizzly evening

    the worst word you can hear is, really?

    I’ve seen you cry in discarded flowers

    I’ve heard stories from the followers.

    on the nights you’ve rearranged your life

    thrown friends out on their ear so I hear

    feel the cold blast on your eyes

    let your sockets tremble

    bursting forth with little lives

    chase me if you can

    chase me if you dare

    chase

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