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oh violet.
you little screamer.
we like you, ok?
but best when you are tiny.
your itty bitty voice
your itty bitty voice
says hi with a left hook
just look at you
do you really think
i could have
missed you
between the dove stones
and acid green blades?
i make an attempt
to hush you
and say
just please wait your turn.
but it is impossible
for me when
you crook your little
but it is impossible
for me when
you crook your little
finger and pull me to your
teacup of a face
to land a violent bruise
of a kiss
-Alyn Carlsonof a kiss
Wonderful poem!
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