Late Night Coffee
Pale skin,
like porcelain.
Words touch,
blushing cheeks,
rouged red.
Painted lips.
Scarlet smiles,
in between sips.
- Michael Faudet
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poems I like
Poetrythis is a collection of poems that made me feel a certain way. I hope you can enjoy them too. I didn't involve any quotes, because I personally think that is a whole different genre, but let me know if you would be interested. „Some people survive...
