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Painting By Numbers
Painting By Numbers
Poetry is cascading water
Flowing upwards to the sky
It looks like silver fishes swimming
Feels hot or cold or lukewarm
I hear it flowing
Smell its sweetness on the thunderstorm
As threatening as Oswald in a Texas bookstore
Sometimes as sour as storm
I am not painting by numbers
I am just blathering
I feel the words soil my creativeness
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Sunday 5th April 2020 2:49 pm
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