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A light embrace
like static, it's anaphylactic Touch me here, a button pressed explosive A dim silhouette, just a permanent grey of someone I met Counter clockwise I spin in an oval chair crazed and dazed, a sundial an arrow pointing there I am in a dire symphony an anti-climatic melody with voodoo bells firing and clanking of shot gun shells while shaking an angry fist in the air I am in infidelity |
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Even copyrighted it is great
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I don't want anyone stealing my best poem.
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Cool poem, and I promise I won't steal it!
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Thanks for posting.
Welcome to Mingle |
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