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A Poem by Velour6

He calls me baby girl

and I'm spreading myself too thin

an oyster that will never bear a pearl

but I can still fill him to the brim

I count every time

he swears he's still dreaming

committing vice crimes

that I'm not redeeming

Fingers catch my tongue

we'll watch each other

but they start so young

there are so many others

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Good poem. Welcome to Writer's Café. I'm sure you will like it here.
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Added on March 29, 2015
Last Updated on March 29, 2015

I like to write poetry that makes no sense, but nothing ever does more..

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