Keme Read Count : 18

Category : Poems

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1

A Green Thing,

Sur-round-ed 

By Brown Skin,

Be-tween Dark Lips.


Loose-ly Like,

2 Hands that 

Re-mind Me Of 

Our Last Kiss.


Ironic the 

Candle Blow-ing,

Know-ing I will 

Not Get my Wis-h.


2

As I Lo-ok In-to The 

Cause of The

Smoke In a 

Yell-ow Gaze,


Like it is m-y

In-haling De-sire 

For Such An 

In-tense Orange blaz-e.


It Turns In-to a

Purple Psychic Circle, 

Starin-g Back at 

2 Crystal Ball-s!


3

Where i-s It?

Sur-round-ed 

By Brown Skin,

Be-tween Dark Lips.


Did I Mi-ss It?

The Part where 

She Returns and 

Give Me a Kiss.


Ironic The 

Candle Blow-ing,

Know-ing I will 

Not Get my Wis-h.

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