Frustrated,
The card cuts its same suit.
Fights against you,
The stripes like a raccoon,
And a tail... boots.
A boxing match soon.
Go back from where you came!
Too settled... bars.
My home,
My balloon.
Looks through the window,
It's far.
It's a pain.
It's paradoxical.
It's optical.
Our games...
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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