who do you love

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.
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you’re a sweet orange
playing the blues
with no rhyme
 
sticky words
speaking
understanding
 
of my wicked heart
that will not
listen to you
 
when it hears
the whisper of words
that sing in golden hue
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.
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11 thoughts on “who do you love

  1. I like poems that don’t rhyme so much better—they’re like life to me: uneven and unexpected with surprisingly satisfying results.

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