Category: Poetry
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Untitled poem
“Your teeth are whiter,” he said to me. I want to write a book of poetry. When you love someone, you see them glow Even in parts of them, that do not grow. I read a quote once whilst on a scroll It said, that which you love, when you first meet someone Becomes that…
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Written on Earth Day
A flock of birdsWhite on bright blue — Who threw a handful of glitter into the sky? The silver of feathers, their wings in sunshineReminds me A hot January day in SydneyWe stumbled out of Potts Point Hotel,A birthdayTwo friends went to buy cigarettes butThey came back withStardust in small containersWe threw it at each…
Couture Chronicles by Melanie Canosa 