every day is an excruciating catalog of rescinding blues and greens
the long-winded increments of life-death
our lemonade stand lost in the departed dreams of hands and feet
all it took was a grasping hand
a paul bunyon seed in our fertile little hearts
dreamed all the way to the end of the page
a vast and unorderly arrangement of the universe
in poison plots
my favorite death
will stand in front of an oncoming tsunami
wearing its best dress
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Donald
Bring it tsunami
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Lord Byron Silverhand
I love the vivid imagery and word choice and stunning emotions!
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Shadow Bliss
I actually really like this poem.
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