Green Air

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Intensity coats future’s bittersweet cologne sensation in cold air,
Circulating with blood-thirsty, changing minds.
Nervous scents pass like dollar bills printed in anxious haste.
Hurry,
Win.
Pressure’s sweat is never masked by media aromas.
Green-eyed hopefuls smell like fear of loss and years of success.
Powerhouses under crisply-tailored perfection sense sweet victory overcoming pungent corruption,
In one thunderous heartbeat.





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Lauren W. said...
Dec. 28, 2008 at 7:10 pm
Lecksayy this poem is amazing :] No matter how many times I look at it, I just keep liking it more and more <3 :]
 
beth=] said...
Dec. 16, 2008 at 1:05 am
I love lexi and this speaks to me<3=]
 
Cress said...
Dec. 15, 2008 at 3:20 am
Nice job, Lexi! 5th period poetry class, FTW!
 
mandamarie said...
Dec. 14, 2008 at 11:40 pm
Nice Lexi!! wow I never knew you were so good!
Congrats its awesome
~~Amanda M~~
 
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