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Little pool, hexagonal shape.
Uncoupling static straight brown floor.
Little pool: three feet deep.
Here we see emotions meet.

Like forceps jaunt our metal beams
Across a torrid landscape forged.
Across our wagons dreary-creep.
You get the motions while you weep.

I'm the hunger, I'm the bane.
I devour you with my eyes.
I force you far far down through sleep.
Through tinted glass I watch. I cheat.

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Although I normally don't like poems, I must say that this one was entertaining.
Keep up the good work Pritch!

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I like that a lot. I'm still interpreting it, but I'm definitely feeling it. I like poetry that is descriptive but vague.

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