once
i happened to
stare into a streetlight,
the kind that drenches
the streets in
stringy
orange urine
to my surprise,
at the epicentre of
the streetlight
was pink!
pink
like painted
Spanish houses,
pink like sunburns
on the beach
or creamy strawberry
ice-cream,
with accents of
white silvery
starlight
around the
streetlight's edges
hm...
i still prefer the stars.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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