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Tag Archive: Art
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o w o k n n o w
w w i o o n w
s e w w s
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w o w o o o o n o i
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Shredded buttercups,
kisses in the w i n d,
twilight yearning,
sprinkling cherries,
discarded reflected,
glancing in time.
foamy sea breezes,
grass is
green
on my dimpled
highway-
icy,
slippery
when
wet-
dusky days,
paperback sheets
tattered-
ionized-
rusted to blink,
tottering
without
teeter,
Z
without
B.
shade
missing,
empty cans,
and
the
thoughts
go
marching
on...
I’d write to
you, a love
poem. Of
effervescent joy
overflowing this heart,
crimson beating,
bleeding love letters
blue. Sweetness
dear, How it pulses,
dances, for you.
Dead of night,
startling fright,
opening eyes,
to realize.
Those days
are gone,
while I
carry on.
Writing
such verse,
a clichéd
curse, to
one alone,
chilled-
to the
bone.
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