Apricot bites rarely sate me
when denial’s left me cold
Bingeing, tongue to steel
I scrap away my lover’s glow
Finding promiscuity, quite fondly
suits to save my shattered soul
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Originally written January 20, 2008
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indeed that shattered soul will be saved, not by sweet nectar of apricot bites....it is the pit that is the driving force [and it has the metallic taste of steel]
WTG!
xoxoxoxo
reenie
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very interesting write, I agree with the first comment given below, short but says a lot...again I love these type.
Blessed be
Tasha
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a good piece of poetry, i like the use of apricot to begin this poem as of fruit imagery i do not see it used that often which is a good thing, to be unique in turns of phrase. a sad sigh here with love i find.
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Lines 5 and 6 are really good. Bravo!
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Hey! Remember me?! I'm back!
And I'm glad poets like yourself are still here. You wrote only 6 lines, but in those six lines you used such profound words in a poetic maner that the length is barely noticable. You really pulled this one off nicely and appreciate you sharing it here with us
--Tim
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