words that taste like lemon
bitter every sound
tarting the pallet of my pleasure,
no sweetness to be found
strange and distorted flavor
unfamiliar to my tongue
a dry and robust disdain,
suffocating toward my lungs
an ugly kind of beauty
a seed planted not to grow
the gritty texture of substance
that I would rather never know.
-see
©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet
The Blacktop Prophet 
An impressive share! I have just forwarded this onto a coworker who
has been conducting a little homework on this. And he in fact bought me dinner simply because I stumbled upon it
for him… lol. So let me reword this…. Thanks for the meal!!
But yeah, thanks for spending some time to discuss this subject here on your website.
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