Best Kewpie Poems

Four foot ten, and yet you make my pulse rise,
my weakness is I love the petite size.
But height's incidental, when it comes to
my veneration and worship of you.

You're a genuine Kewpie-doll cutie,
possessing an innate idyllic beauty.
When we met by that weeping willow tree,
a fledgling Empath,...

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I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom 
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep

wake up wondering if it...

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