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My tears all drip
like sullen dreams
stapling faces to
what they seem;

a reality, no
question there,
blinding colours,
everywhere.

by Ballerina With Fins

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bin lovin' your poems tonite, Fins! liked the conciseness of this. photographs it all in an instant. Sus
B.W.F....Capturing the perfect segment or scene via Poetic Brievity is no easy task.In 21 words, you have accomplished this task through crisp, clarion diction, and stellar use of Imagery.Job wee done, Fins! ...'''''''''''''''''''''''fjr