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This paper
Is white
Like a frosted forest
There comes a time
When our shell
Is too strong
Our poetry blank
We no longer feel
Feelings too real
We hop away
For
Tests of fate
We return
In circles
Sleepless nights
Turning tables
Wild wills
Tip tap
Spit spot
Dazed brains
Lazy
Emotions
Sealed
With stamps
There are pink knobs
On diamond rods
Sneaky grins
On
Toothy chins
I write
Hoping
Value squirts
Out
Like a juice box
Twisted minds
Zig zag
Plot
Scheme
And trip
On
Colorless rainbows
Plastered faces
And
Whatever





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Sakuya This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 1, 2013 at 9:37 am
Your structure is really different and interesting I like it! And you don't need to fear that people don't comment on your work, you've gotten into the mag before and I browsed your other poems and they are just as brilliant if not better than that one
 
Rachel811 said...
Jan. 23, 2013 at 11:55 pm
A droplet of heaven. Too good to be true and too true to be on earth. 
 
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