Brick Red Poems

A fork
four prongs and a handle
or is it more?
A fairy tale
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The words Swoop, and curl,
Pop, and duck,
like the wind,
the ocean,
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the music
it moves up my fingers
makeing me place them ever so carefuly
a deep breath
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who is she
the one stareing back at me

plumpl perfect hair
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sticky red
blister brown
flowing smoothly
from a cut
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Envy so bitter sweet
Green so flourished bright
what is this?
Jelousy-a gastly sight
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Bow down to the great
bend down to your knees
give him a proclimation honoring thee
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The door,
long hall
Dark light
open slowly to see the sight
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A finger RUbs
my tender neck
a tingle runs down
my spine
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The deed
is done
What you did is gone
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