A pocketbook of grins
deprived of rightful glory,
passion, and peace
unionized candles
like smeared lip stick
upon subconscious intellect
layered with finite faces
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You have put some thought into the 3 poems posted.. As a reader, I like this one the best.. the wording, etc.. kind of draws me in.... Still reflecting on what it means though...
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quite abstractive, but 're u referring to a people with a scarred past?
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