TerrestrialsA Poem by Bill O. Writes
A stream of color
Cycling through Pushing them together But twisting askew He rips She claws Their inner workings exposed Drowning potential soaks through their clothes The colors still mesh, red and blue They speak so different As terrestrials do © 2024 Bill O. Writes |
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1 Review Added on August 12, 2024 Last Updated on August 12, 2024 AuthorBill O. WritesNew Haven, CTAboutUnspecified years old. My feelings on writing: Writing and reading (for pleasure) are both lost arts. If it's not about something tangible, measurable, no one wants to read it, so why bother writi.. more..Writing
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