Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.
Figures move with dancing rhythm
trying to connect in the darkness
seeking contact. Sounds pulsating
rejuvenate souls aching, interwoven
hearts dance away the night.
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-Alina
Mouths open
and drinking words,
spit in my mouth
and deliver your message.
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-Alina
The eyes, they look and scold
the mind it beholds creations
of a new design that require
brave thinking and closed eyes.
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-Alina
Clean my body with boiling water
till my flesh is seared and scorched,
red and blistered. Itching until I pick
and pull my skin off.
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-Alina