Word Play
word play
agitates
souls
that
lack the
right
alignment in
their back
eyes
drawn with
markers
that have drawn
eyes that are gold
that mold
and glaze over
like love that
has been left in
the cold.
breathe me
in through nostrils
that resemble lips
that taste like ears
that hear nothing but senses
laced in acid
enhancement in veins
run like advancement
through generational names
this nonsense....
no.
this is word play
-Destiny the Poet
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