Rustling leaves, shots of Vodka all around
Violet color flashes, thick, syrupy vintage pour
Sparkling blue radiance, water from the sound
The rest of this poem can be found: Shortstoryathon
Steaking Claim
11 years ago
Semi Fictional Contemplation of Myself
- Whimsy Harbinger
- It's still me. I'm just reincarnated, but you decide. No matter what I say, you'll still form your own opinion.
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The Golden Ganesh Quick Access
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Don't tell your husband I said this, but I think your verse is better than his.
Thanks for the compliment, X!
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