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Sloppy Hands
Sloppy hands writing blind,
they can’t see but they feel;
Tracing cursive letters
slowly onto your back,
art bleeds from go getters;
Sloppy hands writing blind,
beauty’s pulled from within;
Dreams in abstract phrases
grace the poet’s chapbook;
Bonfire of heart blazes;
Sloppy hands writing blind
free every primal thought;
Outside the lines and wild
aggressive comes alive;
Melting into self- styled;
Sloppy hands writing blind,
at times in a circle;
Emotions lead the way
but often don’t make sense;
Poet, let yourself play.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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