Morning after dark like a Secret wild bouquet Only people can consume you there Her work is red glass, the love song in a blue minute, A man slender Yet liquid For an Immense dry sound Evening.
Reason for writing:
This was the first attempt at a poem on a magnetic board using a batch of words randomly....and how I used to feel about dates arranged by friends with someone I didn't know. Enjoy!
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