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Pencil Poet Nov 2017
I'm stopped every time I go the way
?Train must have babbled?
About its love towards me,
To the guy at the crossing.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
His fingers caressed her lips
His fingers ran through her hair
His fingers showed her the heavens
Then one day she tamed down that thing
Fastening around it a ring.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Must have been small, puny?
Let it grow large, plenty.
?Wish if it were in my treasury.?
Alas! These are in my kidney.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
‘Had an apple, ended up here?
Is this hell??
Can I now have more apples?’
?Asked Adam.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Alike Saturn?
Heaven too got rings
?Watch the hula hoop?
Circle her hip.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
What came in?
Isn't leaving, me ma!?
Darkness crawling from sides
?Me blind. **** you glaucoma!
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Son screamed
‘When will you grow up, Dad!’
Father nodded in remorse and cerebrated -
‘My heart remains young, Hallelujah!’
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