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Anxious Potato Poem
Abstract aspect of art,
Tiny tears on a tongue.
Lately our love is lost,
Advantage across affection.
Never normal nights,
Tension through thunderstorm.
Ink is on my index finger,
Searching for our sweet secret in a salt.
Copyright © Anxious Potato | Year Posted 2021
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Anxious Potato Poem
Whenever you roll your dices, you get sixes.
You always win at rummy.
You form the most matched sets.
I sometimes feel like a dummy.
When we collect points,
You quit when I'm leading.
I'm all proud, loud and voiced,
But I think it's you who's winning.
Thank you for making me smile
In my gloomy time.
Copyright © Anxious Potato | Year Posted 2021
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