She Fills My Head With Poetry
Poetry
She fills my head with poetry shot like a rubber band and points to the unsightly scars that seem tattooed to her hand. She spikes my hair when she speaks of words so tainted and profound, of hillsides and roof tops above the pristine ground.
She heads for green pavilions set far from the midst of urban decay, and laughs until the sunset rewinds the end of day.
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