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Your tires have tangled, tickled
tops of water until you dive
in your metal suit of paint and glass,
broken bones and a tank of gas.
You are just a box of bees,
your radio buzzes and breathes -
a fading breeze,
tire marks and pleas.
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- Your tires have tangled, tickled tops of water until you dive in your metal suit of paint and glass, broken bones and a tank of gas. You are just a box of bees, your radio buzzes and breathes - a fading breeze, tire marks and pleas. - |
Devious Comments
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Beautify the Art World
~Cr0oked-Butterfli
~deviantLINK
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I cannot see or feel,
But I know.
I know I just fav'd a piece of yours, but I have to fav this as well.
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Critiquing someone's prose or poetry is an awesome thing to do.
I'm glad you liked it! Tell me this one isn't as vague as my others, did you understand it? I tried my best not to be vague.
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listen out for the whisper, the whisper on the wind . . .
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