Robart Frocheart Poems

I drew photographs of you
in your buff phase
the contours of your gestures
flood my page
strangling my lines
standing still in rage
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If you could read my mind love...you'd know
I want to go in my lab
make you the perfect potion
to cheer you every day
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We all cry returning ashes
Blubber bluebirds under breath
Asking everything of nothing
naming names for claiming fame
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i can't
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