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Clark Peacock Sep 2015
She's always there
Underneath the page
Curled in the ink
Asking for another try
I can't write poetry. These just words came to me. The only place to put them was the page.
Clark Peacock Dec 2014
your cheeks
apples waiting to be picked
your nose
a button holding the threads of your thoughts together
your eyes
portals ******* me into fantasies of weddings on southern plantations
your smile
foaming tips of waves crashing with every word you speak
your lashes
palm trees swaying to the sea's breeze
your voice
honey dripping from the comb
your love
indescribable
I **** a poetry. I just felt moved to write these thoughts down.
Clark Peacock Dec 2014
I'm a dog!
You're a dog!
I'm a dog!
We're a dog!
I'm a dog!
You're a dog!
I'm a dog!

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