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Spotty Sun (Free verse) by Blindpoetry
The sun's so spotty
Lemon faucets and
Onions win the
Golden-Spangled Action Game
We call love the anti
Drug and depressed
Forgetting how to sin
Love and fruitful is
I smell babe and
Ruth as my temptation
I smell faith and
Truth as my deception
Crouching under the arms
Of my couch, sofa, supreme
Agents searching for an
Answer is no where
Who's that clue?
He's in your direction
Who's that estate?
She's in your destination
Casting spells and
Queuing you into a
Play over here with a
Spotty sun, find shade
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