Tag: love poem
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i’ve got it
the bashful smile, the singing one. coquettish and without qualm, a rock song guitar wailing warm; grabbing the tab, offering to drive, coffee in mason jars. little things to be shared, no one’s to carry. gestures the quickest to the draw shooting for stary eyes, a glimpse of coy you got me partner. kick the…
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1925
Her peach fuzz lips have supple folds, doughy like wrinkled maple leafs, soft-faded near the end of autumn. Her cherry blossom cheeks, smooth vanilla cream spreads freckled by strawberry seeds; she always dusts his after work dessert in powdered sugar, fresh from the Maybelline jar across the counter. His masonry scars are deep laced; nature’s…
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