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A slice of a rainbow, draped across
My drenched, calm skies

The stale palette smells of the first rain

Morsels of a desire, forgotten in
What was left, off the morning coffee, and
The inexpensive, unhealthy roadside cuisine

A scarred kite breathes democracy

Shreds of painted words, splinters of a story
I spill them across the alloyed city life

You are my poetry, unabridged…

– Oninthough


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Oninthough

Seasoned

Not a Bestseller. Definitely a Storyteller.