Coco Albin Poems

The pressure to do it right….
The pencil shivers in my moist palm….
The bare paper laughs at me….
I strive to do it right….
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Your warm lips whisper and smile
The key to my lonesome days
Your blue eyes like gentle waves
Bring affection to my heartless dismay
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Cheerless gleaming eyes
Sniffling enveloped nose
Press a button and the mouth opens
Eyes closed at night
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Forever and ever as long as your dreams
Waterfalls flow at the end of each stream
Sleeping days like you’ll never awake
No anger, no cares, no pains and no aches
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