A Midnight Snack

by Holiday

August 7, 2013

Ink smeared around my mouth and dried on my lip

Shreds of books everywhere as I continued to rip

Words of Frost, Whitman, and Emerson,

I gormandized the delicious nourishment

Sunlight shot me from the window as I truly awaken

I have been eating poetry again

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lizardoa21Aug 8, 2013

<p>Short, sweet, and you even taught me a new word <span style="background-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-center;">gormandized. This poem was amazing loved it, </span></p>