You couldn’t possibly know how much you mean to me
you couldn’t possibly know, even as I try to tell you
limited by the expression of a syntax, I’m left with a lisp
trying to pronounce joy. I’m only a jester with failing hands
a useless mime, forever maimed by the unforgiving allusion
the imagination of life without you.
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COCOYEA 
This series of the poems, the last four or five, all roll and swing with a long and luscious rhythm, the images are so strong and original and they detail what seems a living and very real relationship. Strong and subtle and graceful writing.
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ggaaaahhhh. mayhap I will poke out my own eye. Yikes. Sad. wanton. Sadly, familiar. OOOOhhh. I wish I were a cyborg. No feelings, just doing stuff. you are loverly.
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your writing is amazing, and you (photo at sidebar-nice) are very beautiful cocoyea inside and out
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I’m only a jester with failing hands – i love this
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