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Closer than random.

Posted to Action Poetry

My leaves throw colors,
on your barren ground,
you know what to take in,
and what to take out,
closer than random,
we magnetize.

Your haze throws Monet paintings,
on my overdrawn world,
I say to you, dear one,
could I be your guitar girl?
closer than random,
destiny's surprize.