Empty space
Blueberry Red Bull, John Becker from my novel The Half Paper Moon
slurred, slurped, so cute your aroma, not wasted
Like a bloated blueberry, I feel your pain is artificial and it’s tasted
Empty space sloshes around my frozen brain, I am very tired of this feeling
Where did you go, I miss you—I’m blue for you and I’m reeling
But with you Edward— I feel something tremendous growing, a blueberry kiss that leaves a beautiful trace.(no empty space)
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This poem evokes a sense of longing and desire through its vivid imagery and playful use of language.👌👌
Nice ✨🙏💙Now I want Blueberries 🫐