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i spy

by Shonda Creemer

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i dream wake
wipe you from my eyes
gargle with the aftermath of yesterday
yet i'm still left with your taste in my soul

if i could simply find 26 words that
would erase this spark of doubt
then maybe
my coffee would stay warm for more then
the three licks it takes me to get
to the OCD center of your rocket pop

i am the queen of buzz club rewards

04/07/2011

Posted on 04/08/2011
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/28/11 at 04:25 AM

Oh Shon! I like this. It's got such unusual thoughts in it, yet makes so much sense. Yes, this is what I need. ~Chelle~

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