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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Disguised Art.

Disguised Art

If words were bodies,
then poems would be fists.
And art would be the way,
it felt when we kissed.

Because music would be pulses,
soaring through my wrists.
And our breaths would be lies,
disguised as hot mist. 

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