Marcel Naranjo Poems

Asia, Sasha and Tasha,
Each flawed, yet mysteriously imperfect, cohesive selves.
Superb temptresses if you ever perchance to lay witness.
Charisma surrounds them; striking a pose that demolished each cold, autumn, wind- stormed morning with a slight hip pivot, clever hair-toss and a bubbly, yet dignified, come-hither nod: eyelashes selling the case to heart.
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Everyone thinks they’re Poe
Just read this word- 'tidbit'
Soon, your poem will fall down the list, too.
Brilliant five minutes though, wasn’t it?
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