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Polka dotted boredom
Of blacks and whites
Car headlights
Be-speckle the highway sky
Where two hearts are thrown in
So that boredom looks like troubled rain
Rain raining cautiously about feet
That could never walk in the same direction.
Voices in the air
Refuse to die:
Lingering, lingering,
Lingering in a conquered grey cell.
A polka dotted heart of red blood cells
Wants to kiss the moon
In the polka dotted boredom
Of blacks and whites.
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Twinkling Whispers
PoetryThese are random poems which convey simple messages much like hashtags do in a century where people have stopped communicating entirely with the people around them and are gratifying themselves with the overwhelming amount of content on the interne...
