privation

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4degrees
4degrees
40 Followers

four degrees of
'fuck mes'
ascending the
spiral
case in point

tranquil
neon blues;
erotic you
glows warmly
forcing a bud to
bloom, flower,
flounder about
straining to reach
that light

four degrees of
separation
illusive sensation
and beauty beheld
yet hard to hold

to a certain degree
its all been said
constant compulsion
jabs at me
convinced that
there must be still
another way, to say
to state my case
and stake my claim

slides through my fingers
again, ever evading my grasp.


4degrees
4degrees
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AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Beauty

I love this of course. I see a hues of sadness mixed within the paint of your image. Nicely done <3

dcpoet44dcpoet44over 18 years ago
nicely put....

and that constant compulsion is in the driver's seat no matter how the case is stated to stake a claim. great opening too.......nicely done...don