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you engraved your laugh inside me
deep, deep grooves, I traced them over
and over
and over
and over
(and over)
and when the engraver faded
the ..
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the naked trees dare to scrape the sky
your lover (the Sun) has decided to go through motions
far down below, the waves of earth are frozen down dee..
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too-ripe strawberries, pick one
fresh pop from stem, and I squish
the red between my lips, while
you toss a small yellow-seeded ruby, it arcs..
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I lace my fingers, my bones through yours
Grief and euphoria are whirling on the edges of your lips
Can you remember me?
Below the dewdrop crown, f..
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Just a poem I wrote for a contest.
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Nothing really comes to mind. It is what it is, I suppose.
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