without context,
your people could be
more suckers
for my roadside sideshow
lacking evenings
moments hours talking looking
i just might
sell them swampland in florida
flesh is flesh is flesh is flesh is flesh is flesh
is the people you love
minus spirit
minus that
I'm mute.
A contest entry
- Poetry-Reality by Byepolar bare.
950 points, ended May 12, 2007, 9 entries
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