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With calloused fingers
this boy trails poetry
down the length of spines.
[His whispers
smell like lemon drops,
and taste of sweet poison.]
He carries a tattered
notebook in one hand,
and an ink pen
in the pocket
closest to his heart.
[The paper romantic
who warms lonely
December nights.]
His dreams are bigger
than skylines.
Too much for just one.
this boy trails poetry
down the length of spines.
[His whispers
smell like lemon drops,
and taste of sweet poison.]
He carries a tattered
notebook in one hand,
and an ink pen
in the pocket
closest to his heart.
[The paper romantic
who warms lonely
December nights.]
His dreams are bigger
than skylines.
Too much for just one.
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Very pretty. I love the last bit the best.