Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
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Build up an emoticon
For locks reflecting pixel light
And toes curled late and chilled,
A kitten paw's expressive weight,
For sleep's elusive vapor sought, or
Writhing half-formed
Thought of mine and his.
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