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In That Photo She Had
Her breasts were impressive
in that photo she had.
Her body screamed
and the windows cracked.
My eyes rolled through the shadows,
the light rolled into my mind.
Her painted skin sent me searching
for the brush.
And in this gallery,
where inspiration is free,
she held me tall,
and danced beside me.
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Permalink Reply by Casey Bruce on -
looking for some honest feedback. although i read a lot of poetry, (mostly Rumi, Hafiz, Pablo Neruta) i've never studied it. i'll post a couple more and keep it all in this thread.
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Permalink Reply by Casey Bruce on
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Her body has a number,
and the ocean is her skin.
She tastes a lot like music,
and feels a lot like sin.
Her body has a number,
and her smile has a knife.
Colours cut the water,
and the siphon gives her life.
Her body has a number,
like the thoughts inside my head,
and the places that i've been today,
and the things I should have said.
Her body has a number,
like a sailor has a breeze.
I hope she's getting closer,
to the waves beyond the trees.
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Permalink Reply by Louis Phillips on
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i like some of the lines
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