Behind dreary and restless clouds
She writes under a vivid pseudonym
Disguised and distinguished to the brim
Covering every inch of the tapestry
Dressed up in lavish innuendos
Only wearing a sheath of tingling dismay
Sewn and stitched to the eyelashes
Carefully placing a bookmark on page 98
A writers block glued to the forehead
Paragraphs trapped in a corridor
A preface floating in a cylinder
Guided by penetration and fantasy
Storm of Ink 
Lol
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Why is it funny?
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It’s like an intense build up, then at the end an explosion. Ah, I hope I’m explaining it right… lol!
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lol ok thank you Tiffany!
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This is another amazing poem!:) Great job Braeden!:)
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Thank you Stella!
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You’re welcome:)
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Oh wow. This is so good, Braeden! I love it. I read it six times. So good.
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6 times! Thank you Tara! You should have all my poetry memorized lol
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You’d think… lol
Actually… that would be pretty cool if I could memorize it. Then I could just recall it at will. 🤔
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lol you read them many times!
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I have to. I can’t stop myself. mmmm I could keep it to myself. lol I can be a bit of an oversharer at times.
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