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The Napkin Poet
Poems
Oct 2017
spit
Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.
No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.
Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.
Like you.
Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
Written by
The Napkin Poet
20/Philadelphia, PA
(20/Philadelphia, PA)
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