“My poetry has big bones” by Bex
“My poetry has big bones” Bex My poetry has big bones And big ideas tooShe wears vintage lace And she remembers every time she was slipped on... Poetry smokes green in the grass with her lover and dissects the sun for she remembers its inception.Poetry says -"I’m with you in this life and the next, I will eat every piece of you whole, wiping up what's left and wringing the cloth out in my mouth, because my survival depends on your every drop" Poetry is the story that lives in the wooden box on the shelf.Forgotten but not.Poetry is dragging you to the finish lineand has ten thousand ways to…
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