G.Moore
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CATEGORY
life
Sitting behind this potion
I close my eyes to better construct this poem
Ragged rivers rage beneath my ducts
and roll into my pores to flush through sweat banks
Pigment pages sponges problems
until my body becomes an inkwell of rowing thoughts
and bloody hues of pain stain my canvas
Title waves sound like well synchronized frequencies,
rain flourishes on the phlegm of my irises
And all of this I could reveal but....
I don't think you'll ever understand the water
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COMMENTS
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2b2b2 says: Tight Poetic Flex...One! |
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after vision says: my poet, I understand the waters |
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LP45 says: Deep. Very deep. Great flow also. Thanks for the share. |
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