roaring through the stubborn

The morning tastes wet with images of you

I spark the day with thought

Moving pictures

A mind is not

The piece of meat

That you feed your lions

Give me one reason not to hate your perfection

The golden hair that gleams purple

In circus light

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3 Replies to “roaring through the stubborn”

  1. so glad you enjoyed…..and am still working out the kinks on this site….having to learn a new programming language….

  2. Well,this poem is great and wonderful but if I wrote it the hair would be gleaming pink is all…LMAO!I’m in a really odd bizarre slap happy type of mood from being so exhausted but i am excited to still have a place to comment on your work at!

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