Spitting dragons out my fingertips,
Racing golden arrows ripping
open hearts and tongues-
Do you see?
Iridescent heat waves
coruscating pure delight!
Such sublime sovereignty
it hurts to hesitate and yet,
we always do.
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Hey dont stop now- this poem needs a whole page…
Hehe.. I kind of like it short and sweet-at least in this case.
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