Rica Luxury Poems

Open the door, and what do I see?
Look behind the curtain and not a person in sight.
Reach in the jar, empty as can be
No call, no text, no mail of any sort.
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The pulling on my heart comes from the words in my mind
These words come from the master who has practiced them over and over again
One word one tug one emotion that flows
An audience to watch the show
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Watch me as I slide from side to side.
Turn around and around and around, until I have fallen down.
Out of sight out of mind.

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