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By The Streetlamp

Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud ************** Salted lips confect rust melt, In my mouth hangs mango smoke. Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom, citrus spews on copper tongues. Vanilla beats in the haze, ash stays like razed molasses. The lamp spills sweets on your chin, my thirst croons of gold and grit.

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Date: 8/1/2025 11:33:00 PM
Hi Sotto Heartiest congratulations to you with an epic piece that glistens and glows. Magnificent narrative, imagery and flow. Howard
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Date: 7/31/2025 5:43:00 AM
Quite an interesting write. There is anguish by the streetlamp. Each line has fantastic imagery, Lasaad!
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Date: 7/29/2025 9:26:00 PM
Haunting. Love this.
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Date: 7/29/2025 11:49:00 AM
Lassad your play of words is phenomenal and in this particular poem your talent shines like a bright shining star. Good luck in the contest and be well always dear friend. BlESSINGS, Jennifer.
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Date: 7/28/2025 5:20:00 PM
Outstanding use of different words that denote sense of taste. Masterfully done; best wishes with the contest. Hope you have a pleasant evening, Sara
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Date: 7/28/2025 11:35:00 AM
- I think yours is perfect for this contest, Las ... you really have the "taste" for this theme ... wonderfully written :) - Winning poem without a doubt :) - hugs
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Date: 7/28/2025 10:09:00 AM
Nice poem. Lamp will like all the metaphors.
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