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		<title>I believed </title>
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		<description>(I'm just trying to write something, but it needs so much work, any suggestions on improvements or what's lacking?)</description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 08:15:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>My Love</title>
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This is my love  
  
I didn't help the dragonfly 
immobilized on his back in the scorching sun 
struggling to survive 
his flaying wings barely even caught my eye  
as if I should give a shit 
I didn't gentle turn him to set him free 
I didn't bother to put him out of his misery  
I didn't magnify or amplify his torture  
I simply faded at his time of need  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 11:02:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>resolved </title>
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		<description>  
  

the champagne spilled over  
Rolled and seeped  
   down the stem of the rose color glass 
while a   “fuck you”   seeped out  
    between my lips 
As i tried to lick the overflow  
    I realized  
you    are     not    worth the effort 
and   I let   you    fall  
  
     sp   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 23:15:12 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>crawling out of pit of my obsession </title>
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I Need  
      to feel    warm   wanted 
      the heat from the spark  
      as sulfur scents the air 
      anticipating what is to come 
      Bright light burns hot  
      as the flame licks the wick  
  I Need 
       to melt like candle wax 
       Slow   steady    burn   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:27:05 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>(lies) </title>
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		<description>  lies 
   scat ter ed   in the  wind 
        like the leaves in   Fall  
 smooth   and    suave  
     they    drift   
              along Ella Grasso Blvd  
      as cars stir   with each pass   
 they mingle with the others  
           I wonder where they will land and  
   if I am skilled enough to     capture  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:01:52 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>my cynosure </title>
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            My failures arranged on my kitchen table  
            A centerpiece for all to see 
            my inadequacies  
            remind me daily 
            I am not God  
            Unstable hands incapable of perfection  
            creations fruitless and barren  
            Desire to see only what could be 
            what should be, my reality  
            cracked and broken  
            sits wordlessly mocking me  
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 09:54:51 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>the end of pretense </title>
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            Abandoned  
                on the front porch for everyone to see  
                my failings gathered like fall leaves 
                blown to their final stop 
            Stuck  
                at the door that no longer needs a lock  
            Caught  
                in the threads of a deserted spider’s web 
                no longer camouflaged  
            and from across the way Sweet Susannah asks 
            “How many words did you waste today” 
             
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 01:53:25 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>stamped on (love for the last time) </title>
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            stamped on (love for the last time) 
            
            Once in love with lines as white as paper 
            with the dirtied mirror that lied 
            told me how fine I was 
            whispered promises of 
            a great love affair, forever 
            “Love as is, come as I am”  
            or some other of bullshit 
            I believed 
                value came wrapped in baggies 
                an eight ball held magic and my worth  
            worthless 
            no time or money left 
            for my love held all I had  
            the crack  
            in the story line held truth  
            no longer denied 
            sweaty palms raced with heart 
            to clean off the residue of my love  
            And I walked  
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 18:40:49 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I can't tell if the tide is coming or going </title>
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		<description>(another one that could use some help)</description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 00:59:17 GMT</pubDate>
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