Pigmentation
(color)
I know a man who paints and writes
poems I recite.
when I visit stares
with delight,
into my orbs of brown
My skin he goes
in the sun glows
like polished bronze,
so he'll make a portrait of oil
for my skin like soil.
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Thoughts
Puisi#1. in notapoem The things I never said, An expression of my innermost thoughts and emotions, What I personally think about the things I feel and observe. This is not a story. Every part is titled and not all are related as they are random and expre...
