The Stains Of Human History
The stains of human history
can never be erased,
only masked over until tolerable.
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I am drawn in by the dark designs of her curvature.
How she dances in the shadows of negative space like some wild thing.
She is enchanting.
I am enchanted.
I grow tired of my poetry.
It's all that you will know of me.
It really hasn't grown on me,
when I read it in my mind.
Pentameter Alexandrine
No one is beautiful,
Like she is beautiful.
I went to see the palm reader today. She furrowed her brown, crinkled her nose and said, we all couldn't have been Joan of Arc. Sometimes it's our destiny to die in the dirt of the plague .
Title: All that you love will be carried away.
Artist: Local Idiot (self)
Six Word Story
Last one alive, closes the door.
Screams of the city,
after autumn rains,
fills my heart,
if only for a moment.
My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.
Her science holds up.
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