Poems from rvc731

Cigarette Tempting, addicting Abandoned, burned out  Won't give up though Drug   Ladybug Red, black Close to death Drawn to the cigarette...
If I was in charge of the universe, The stars would align into the figure of a rose. Aurora borealises could be seen from everywhere. ...
Where oh where did my pencil go? Oh ho so where would it be, Joe? Off the desk, maybe?  Perhaps it ran free?  Ah-OOof! What did I trip on...
It started with sound A note, a chord with passion Then instruments came   First sounds of music  Simple yet high class with soul Then...
Oh, watch her brush Delicately intricate Stay loose, make smooth strokes

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