poems of micography

Written By Ruby Howland

to the poet who wrote my world

who gave me choice

choice to choose

choice to choose freedom

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a rose too beautiful to touch

too precious to sniff

too dangerous to love

trickle trickle down my skin

just to remind me

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black, white, red, pink, green.

left, right, straight, back, spin.

grab, walk, run, look, wave.

go, yellow, no, white, static.

black, back, stack, fact.

Ruby Howland
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