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Pencil Poet Nov 2017
We broke.
She ascended, I descended.
She found her way back to God
I found my way back into The Soup.
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Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Let's row into mangroves?
Run by sandy shores
?Let sea wash away?
The salt in our sweat.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
With no wand, no spell,?
No potion, no incantation,?
We shall charm smiles
?On each other's lips.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
For each, there's someone somewhere,?
Their crossing is rare.
?You feel our bond is unique?
?For once, fate has just been fair.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
This story is your home?
Yourself and yours, all within.?
There is nowhere out to roam
?To take away is nothing.
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
With feeble little feet
?You make those wobbly little turns?
Do you realize you spin?
Each time earth to another direction.
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Across moving windows?
Paint our own moments.
?Windows move backwards?
And moments forward, to await us.
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