Facsimile
Lookalike.
The hours and the flowers
The way you look tonight
Tucked inside your torso
Reproduced to look alike.
And semblances of understanding
Some floating out of sight
The faces a facsimile
That all look the same despite.
The hours and the flowers
The way you look tonight
Tucked inside your torso
Reproduced to look alike.
And semblances of understanding
Some floating out of sight
The faces a facsimile
That all look the same despite.
A place for duuudes of all sexes, ages, religions, and coffee-preferences to hang out and shoot the sh!t about their latest creations, to brag, lament, query, or quote, it’s all good…