I lived celebrating the morning.
Needless to say, we were never crushed then.
Burn the colored pencils,
Translucent colors will be lined up on the piles of wood.
From Asia to Europe, drawing the year for you.
Oh, I love the celebration of my awards!
Now you're enjoying my fall.
Portraits of video girls in the museum,
Unwillingly preserve a different kind of gender.
Stoic prostitutes gawk at you.
I took you down to the laced ocean,
Told you to tolerate the administration.
You choose not to.
Thank you.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
I lived celebrating the morning.
Needless to say, we were never crushed then.
Burn the colored pencils,
Translucent colors will be lined up on the piles of wood.
From Asia to Europe, drawing the year for you.
Oh, I love the celebration of my awards!
Now you're enjoying my fall.
Portraits of video girls in the museum,
Unwillingly preserve a different kind of gender.
Stoic prostitutes gawk at you.
I took you down to the laced ocean,
Told you to tolerate the administration.
You choose not to.
Thank you.
Another found poem!