but all my words
drip off the page
like ice cream in
hot summer--
and my thoughts just
melt away like
chocolate in the
sun.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem (by me): maybe tomorrow
but all my words
drip off the page
like ice cream in
hot summer--
and my thoughts just
melt away like
chocolate in the
sun.
-
recalling Christmases past
…
-
rerun: nothing but rain and more rain
…
-
moon
it's crappy, but also the first spontaneous drawing in months, so oh well.
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