A place to showcase poetry, thought, poetics, and trifles.
one line overthe other misstepsmisfires the thoughtof lord and paperstranded you placethe card here for
me to read burn goldfoil embossed forgetabout the fold it standshurting my teethjust looking at it
For me, the beauty of this poem lies in its unassuming use of verb/noun words - place, foil, fold.Thank you for your compliment on my blog. Don't be a stranger. :)
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