Confessions
By luigi_pagano
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You reveal to me your secrets
as if I was an understanding brother.
You tell me that you are
a single mother;
speak of unhappiness,
of hurt and humiliation
and of your lover's callousness.
Of how you had to grovel
to prevent separation.
Whilst hearing your confession
I comfort you, and nod in sympathy.
You're unaware of my true profession
and that all this will end up in a novel.
Only the name will change
to protect your Identity.
© Luigi Pagano
From my collection 'Reflections'
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I knew it wasn't about you
I knew it wasn't about you Luigi, you are a gentlrman! The idea is creepy though. Where I live there was a terrible murder and Daily Mail journalists keep coming round trying to talk to people. So local people keep saying Don't talk to anyone you don't know!
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concealing identity
I wouldn't worry too much for anonymity there are thousands of stories like these and they're all the same.
Sad but true. Nolan
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Hey! It's creepy but what an
Hey! It's creepy but what an opener for a novel! I love a poem that asks so many questions and points to so many different possibilities.
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