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work in progress
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The beating beneath her bosom
speaks volumes; gives away her lies
Apprehension steps in,
Causes her hesitant retreat,
But I still hear the beat...
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Longingly looking out through the pane,
the rain has fallen, not another drip.
A snip of a string from cloud to ground,
yet bound am I to my leathe..
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Stilhetto heels
sharp as spikes,
stabbing the hearts of fools at the bar.
Solid red
like flowing blood,
splatting on the pavement they trot on.
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Stuffed, stiff body
fake claws protrude,
lifeless ornament
peering down from the mantle.
Too toyish for a name,
for entertainment only--
a life ..
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doing a series of nature poems
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fiction.
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Lies disguised in white,
the costume of the night.
Angelic upon first sight,
but look again and you just might,
see through the blinding white.
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Doze the feed store,
Build a bank with a drive through.
Grain silos ornamented,
the town a Christmas tree.
It will be chopped down too.
Pave th..
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this sucks, but i'm trying to get back into the swing of poetry.
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