your cotton candy skin
and smooth guileless grin
draws me in
{just as it has always been}
i say i don't need your rhyme
i complain that you can't keep time
i fear that the rhythm you claim to own
is actually mine...
and you fight me
line by line by line.
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love this poem - i can feel the battle in the words.
This post is perfection. Image and words. Perfection.
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