n/a 3A Poem by Steeven1 i have lettuce, bland iceberg lettuce, no one else eats romaine but me, but i can rupture its mastoid process and spill my homemade vinagerette through and we can pick limp leaves to coddle peppers tomato cheese for you tofu for me blush if oil falls over chin.
photo of girl in field, baseball diamond background, no one else sees it but me, especially how she was smiling for me relaxed in bed nothing to do with i dentity although everything about dizziness in head making my lips grin as controllable as an epileptic fit she sits in back flap of van gogh note- book.
2 look out through weary eye-blinds , if you doubt for a moment check for the ocean's movement and know my heart each pulse is there for only you.
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Added on February 17, 2013Last Updated on February 17, 2013 Author
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