True to form
We paint exteriors
More shoddy than what lay underneath
With dreams of grandeur
Calling like
Your gentle whispers guiding me across the water
Peaches at sunrise
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Sometimes my brain pukes up nonpoetry. This is where it lands.
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Oh yes!! I am so glad you found me I have been looking for you!!!
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