dusinberre_85
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Joined: May 2023 Last seen: 11 months ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

A Final Poem Hold me, my sweet dear, My darling husband. True love's touch so rare a gift. How much more precious is your caress? Who loves so deeply, Yet fears the warmth of hand of man. Still your love is given free, Only to me... only to... – *by Aaron Dusinberre*	1 View added 11 months ago	Rating
Final Cut I sit back and look at myself and the collection, What happens when I grab the handle and release? No one knows my secret, I want to be done. The scars that show, those that don't, I hide with ease. I stare into space, pondering my life Call me... – *by Aaron Dusinberre*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Alone Alone, such a strong word like hate, or love Sitting in my apartment thinking, "is there a God above"? Killing time, repeating my everyday actions, Most likely turning to the bottle again. Everyday I should stop, get out and see some... – *by Aaron Dusinberre*	51 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

Hold me, my sweet dear,
My darling husband.
True love's touch so rare a gift.
How much more precious is your caress?
Who loves so deeply,
Yet fears the warmth of hand of man.
Still your love is given free,
Only to me...
only to...

– by Aaron Dusinberre

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Final Cut

I sit back and look at myself and the collection,
What happens when I grab the handle and release?
No one knows my secret, I want to be done.
The scars that show, those that don't, I hide with ease.
I stare into space, pondering my life
Call me...

– by Aaron Dusinberre

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added 1 year ago

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Alone

Alone, such a strong word like hate, or love
Sitting in my apartment thinking, "is there a God above"?
Killing time, repeating my everyday actions,
Most likely turning to the bottle again.
Everyday I should stop, get out and see some...

– by Aaron Dusinberre

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added 1 year ago

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