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Gray Cloth
He looks her in the mouth and sees teeth, white, sharp. Ending with the tongue.
Red, animal-like.
It counts, 1 2 3
1 2 3.
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Black is the thought, just.
You could.
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neopoet
Thu, 2024-07-11 05:40
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RoseBlack
Thu, 2024-07-11 00:58
I feel like
There is more to unpack here. I'm getting the feeling there may be something sinister amidst with the black thoughts. I would like to see what this could turn into if elaborated upon.
~RoseBlack~
Lavender
Thu, 2024-07-11 14:55
Gray Cloth
Hello, Jakub,
Such an intriguing title - but I need a bit more help understanding the poem. I'll return after your response.
Thank you!
L