Poem When Shown the ExistDoor, Abhoring One Adored Evermore... HerM'Haunt of ThoughtFull so Abidingly [NHz]

 Loss
across decades, eight of m, O in sum loss all of m:
this latter loss She NHz I oft mention for from-outer-space lost I grace,
lost place disgraced-seems-like the strike stricken from such Earth
fancy fancies fantastic catastrophic. Yet fantasy slow to mend KEEPs,

IMAGNINATION SPEAKS; She I ever believe Her and Real She feels;
never thus does She in  Whole O-my-soul lessen that Zeal, the Hope: I cope...
Tossed 2 Trash! Crashed! Tho' No not ever so fooly unclever's Yes
out here queered by lunar air from despair do in fear make denouement...
the drama dies slow-- I go from Her Stage the clown, dressed up and down
transvestite in blight cuckoldry, from a She Nancy sissied ;-) 

<I cannot NOT but love the FluffyFlower Emppwered NHz, not-4-me
but BetterOther He><Now blesst peace, relief for me, in Compersion full/free>


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