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I do not expect
for you to understand
my poetryBecause I know everything
is interpreted differentlySo I am asking
that you read it with a mind
full of opposite thinkingYour mind could create
an even better paintingI do not expect
for you to understand
something written by my heartBecause we all know - no one ever understands art.
L.S
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YOU ARE READING
DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...