A Riviera In The Ghetto Poem by Alexander Julian

A Riviera In The Ghetto



There's enough moisture for the vocabulary on my hand near trees,
As it's healthy food for personal thoughts on swimming pools in the breeze:
Exclusive concerts to touch until I'm human element in bones,
While paradise at school leaves me within reach to summing awkward moans.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bone,bones,elements,food,human,me,me against myself,paradise,school,swimming
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