slam 2013
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Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff?
Have you ever looked over a precipice?
Did you feel strong and tall?
Or did you feel small and weak?
Have you ever stared into the night sky?
It begins when
The innocence of white
Flirts with a tease of pink.
A white dove
Grows strawberry lips.
And soon comes the thirst.
The passion.
A rosy cheek
And burning tongue
The way it read, “Poetry Slam”, made it sound so violent
I liked to think the artistic community was more refined
than the MMA fighters slamming each other with folding chairs
