GeezerA Poem by victoria
Geezer
He walked the cool breeze of his satisfied sighs. Arms set in open embrace, toes turned to 10 to 2, swaggering the shoulder blade shuffle. Bowing to his own reflections, in the sureness of his making, announcing to the night; it was he who held the magic. © 2017 victoriaReviews
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