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Sep 2021
Purple fills the shot,
Sweet, Bitter, enjoyable pain
The sting, The rush, The high, The push
The fall, The ride, The haul, The lie
Purple is the shot,
A façade of what was;
Sting,Rush,High,Push,Fall,Ride,Haul,Lie
Purple fills the hole
a continuous flowing.
My new friends, if they are actually friends, said they liked some of my poems, but now I’m not even sure if they were genuine or being kind.
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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