Also known as my first attempt at poetry in far too long. Please leave any comments or suggestions (rip me to shreds if you must!) so I can get back in the creative writing groove.
dec(ember)
there is nothing so lovely
as a picket fence with two hands on it,
a honeydew smile,
a flash of genuine in an abyss of adulteration.
charmed moments breed miles of meditation:
hallowed hopes that reality can be as real
as a snowflake lazily drifting
earth-bound,
fixed (briefly yet eternally) in the evening glow of a
streetlight
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