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My pencil can't reproduce you.

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Your eyes: two circles.
My pencil can't reproduce.
Intangible you.


Your mouth: red roses.
They wither beneath my touch.
Ephemeral you.



Your hair: black wires.
I am lost in symmetry.
Electrical you.

 

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AnaCristina You're currently reading the poem My pencil can't reproduce you., which was posted on Mar 19, 2009 by AnaCristina.

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"An extended haiku inspired by the most excellent Eloo's Daily Writing Blog post:..."

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