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Category : Poems

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Your scintillating eyes might 
scribble me down in your scrapbook 
with pasting clips 

your mind is disjointed 
fragmented and full of gaps
I am only there when  needed to
fix problems like a blunt chisel
for turning screws 

why can't I be your drink of vodka
and orange juice?
why can't you scripture me like 
a scriptural based on the bible?

you scorch my heart like a hot day 
that's why I hate scoundrels

Comments

  • Sep 16, 2020

  • Good work 😊👍✌

    Sep 16, 2020

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