Poem of nothing, filled with Insence

by Chelsea   May 10, 2006


The mist in the air,
communes with the contrair.
Of morning doves,
and make-out loves.
With tolerant tongues,
switching guns.
Making hearts shatter,
while marshmallows clatter.
Oblivious faces
and manifest cases.
Contrasting and sanitizing words from a mouth, making them wrong
Selfish,
New
Old.

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