Today I have been slicing words from magazines like a blackmailing pro, to create what is known as ‘Found Poetry’. Here’s what I discovered amidst the piles of paper words…
Fickle.
Panoramic florals amplify the monochrome morning.
You rave with that cheap thrill,
Artificial in flirtation,
A moonphase away from a world
Quilted in blue.
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