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deedraa at 30

This poem was send to me.
Thank you Jerry!

Deedraa at Thirty

From the arches of a
door on Paseo,
her essence floats on
fumes from inside
the room;
a smoke filled bar,
blank eyes reflecting
fractured thoughts
hidden inside her insane
machine generating
faceted dreams
and flickering a
montage of moments.
From her up turned grin
to her missing tooth,
red lipstick on a mouth
bleeding color to musical
lies behind her grim truth
it is the innate human
dance of
a love machine.

jerryd. 2011

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