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"Brimming With..."

by Max Phineas

This
amidst a drought.
You run a cloth along your lenses
and empty your glass.
The tip of your tongue
seasoned with fire and lime.
We could dance,

Or...

02/04/2012

Author's Note: I don't really know...

Posted on 02/05/2012
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/05/12 at 07:56 AM

haha, love how the last line says so much.

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