Summer Arguments
wasn’t it pretty….
how the sunset met the sunrise
combusting into light.
eloquent explosions
weaving daydreams into a tapestry of nightmares,
honey burning lips.
cherry-tart
never knowing where the sin ends and the saint begins
one of the many paperweights on a shelf.
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Never knowing where the sin ends and the saint begins…
That line can be the beginning and the ending of many poems you should write, Adyson…