Brushstroke Poems - Poems about Brushstroke

Youth was just a lone brushstroke Foolishly I thought it would forever glow... the same best friend forever the same candy store from heaven the same field of flowers gold... but youth never really had a chance. It was dragged from the warm tide pool into the deep blue end. So many wasted moments swinging from social anxiety tree lonely bee looking for...

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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less feeling grassy us, yet not the least whirlwind will offset my b52 coiffed Hair style, or hirsute shellacked beehive type do the idler wheel is wiser than...

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this is by my hand a mark made, a soul's expression the temptation is to make too many but there's beauty in less machines can print copy after copy but where does that leave me come to me,...

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Dreams of a past that is gone, dreams of a present that flashes out. Dreams of a future that we try to model. Rememberings flowing ...

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Well girl if you would agree to be my love, The world I would build to fit like a glove, Somewhere kings and Queens would bow before us, You are every sacred symbol to strong for meaning, every prayer, every wish to keep us dreaming, Someone to believe in, And every reason keep on breathing You...

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specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceed as this scribe doth git linkedin with the cutting crew yet not the least whirlwind will offset my b52 Hair style, or hirsute shellacked beehive type do no matter from what literary website, ...

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great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam in an organized queue so while attention of your might be moderately rapt, this rue stirring, hen pecked spouse best stop digitally squawking sew the ethereal essence can beak comb brought to cypher awareness too and in a figurative...

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You make me anticipate pleasure; while you glide across the floor. I observe your elegant contours, your elbows, and more… Your pale eyelids, marked eyelashes like a skilful ink stroke. You glance in my direction- I return a smile....

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