I cherish every syllable
from feigning lips.
And I love the way
tongues wrap
round
each
passé
word
like they
know
them
by
heart.
No use crying over spilt cliché.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Delightful....
This piece took me on a joyous ride....
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i love it. it made me smile.

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with a lick of a wood splitter and the shmaltz of burled core, each syllable dances over the top of cliches like a vortex shave in a concupescent marvel. Street lights shimmer like forgotten novels, and words known by heart have become the blood stream of some other animal. I enjoyed every syllable of this poem - well done. ~ EZB
http://www.moodgroove.com

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Thank you so much. It means the world that you think so much of my writing.
xo
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