My Local Dealer of Rhymes

Anna L. Shtorm
Nov 4 · 1 min read

My local dealer of rhymes at the corner
Looks out for cops, asks people to wait in line.
I am not a junky and not even a stoner
But today I need to get high!

…………………………………………………..

My friend suggested I write some free verses.
But who are we kidding? They don’t satisfy.
I want some pure words to hug me and nurse me…

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Anna L. Shtorm

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https://annashtorm.com/ | Storytelling is the painkiller I can afford. My poetry is digital sorrow wrapped in overdressed rhymes.

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