chester maynes


Cross over—


to opposite self

plastic, fake, false


Leaving this—


Truth of me

unnatural, artificial


End of us—


Hurting me

that’s the truth





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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to

  1. eldinsmille says:

    I liked it!

  2. Leo says:

    Nice! I have trouble with your poems at times which is my fault for being lazy (not wanting to work too hard to grasp a meaning), but at times the exact effort is rewarding! Leo

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