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I cannot please you
tonight
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History spilled my canvas, my fingers wet
Paint on hands, wordless youth, I spoke
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a poet feels
every word is significant
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Remember that time
we killed your grandma's piano?
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"I don't think I've seen you around here before,"
says the barista
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Introduction drug, delusions wild.
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Unleashed wrath, brought by fate,
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we try on little dresses
and shift our breasts to get maximum cleavage
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melting angels scurried
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A cat, colored autumn,
rolls and stretches in last years leaves
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I A ring? No sorry, not that
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In the tropics of my emotions
where sunlit hues played havoc
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by Susan E. Pennycuff
67 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 17 4:27 AM. In Love, Life, Personal, Angst, NaPoMo, Sad, Thoughts, Pain, Vignette
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this is my sketch in light blue
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Silence. Rhythm. Rhyme. Silence.
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