I feel
Razor sharpbouncy young skin...
smooth
wine red
tap drip
drip drip drip
free
hurt none
feel none
soul so lonely
not as lonely
I feel
Razor sharpPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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