Back PocketA Poem by Tenteni am writing for you, words folded into my back pocket, do you read them when out of sight? figuring it for another writer, another lie way hands slip from holds, here, is crooked wrists painting pages, a rich color, browns reds clay from texas soil sand at the bottom of colorado rivers offered as petals from bouquets made sunflowers tulips orchids pretty shape leaves with names i do not know in dedication because i haven’t gotten to speaking out these words for you . 7:37PM Tue 04/13/10 (Written, Frank) © 2010 Tenten |
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2 Reviews Added on April 23, 2010 Last Updated on April 23, 2010 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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