Did my words
hurt you?
Burn my tongue:)
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When night spreads its dark wings,
You're missed.
I have half-dreams
in the crescent light
I felt that we should have an eight-word poem that rhymes, and so I'd like to offer this freshly-minted work entitled Never Marry a Sax Player or a Hooker.
You blow
Although
You know
I'll go.
Coward
or an hypocrite
either way
still..Broken
I asked my mirror,
Who am I?
"Reflection."
eight words
are still seven too many
Fish see fishermen and think
Damn, them again.
Your words
have the power
to melt me
A little warmth
makes hearts melt
like chocolate.
Quickly hide that piece, Niece,
it's the police!