Akira Anderson Poems

HE IS REAL
MADE BY POET GODS
CURVED OF THE FINEST MARBLE
WITH BEAUTIFUL
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10 fingers
10 toes
little hands
and feet
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she was happy
no family or face
but always sunny
turned sad and lonly
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He calls to me
Calling me closr to thee
We dance
We fall in love
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Burnig my lips
My neck
My soul
Its not pain
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They've been togehter
For oh so long
'Together Forever'
Is their love song
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allow me to hold you
one last time
allow me to kiss you
one last time
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it calls to me
beoning to me
to come into darkness
its sweet sound
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my heart is black
my heart is red
my heart says
everything about me
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SPRING
we pick petels
from flowers
we lay in the grass
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