Junkyard Of Muses - The Smile

PoemHunter.com 2014-06-18

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I lift my hand
and point a finger
at your chest.

I shoot and you fall.
Spilled on my shoes,
you sparkle.

I lean to see your lips.
The damn smile
is still there.

Junkyard Of Muses

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