The deck was upright
My hand pulled out queen of cups
Wisdom turned me blue
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On a velvet couch My willowy thoughts were ghosts The notes spilled blue ink
By K L3 years ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
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Deprived of touch for so long, you forgot about the warmth of your hands.
By Jada Ferguson3 days ago in Poets
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