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Here's a spoonful of me.


Running far in this dream, Capturing the trees, Leaving your world Seems impossible. The purple clouds swallow me, I can't breathe. The wind furious at me picks me up and holds my body only to Drop me. The sweet rain turns red, It tastes like sugar on my tongue, But burns like liquor in my throat. Syrup like blood fills my lungs.

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Big Sal

Sat 1st Dec 2018 00:39

The last line of your sample is great.?

Whole piece really flows well by inserting three words per line. . . Really shines.?

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