Showing posts with label minced. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minced. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2016

mincing


admitted none
wanted other
place people
there looking
harmless wishes
willing luck
superfluously
too much
said thought
corrupt convince
convoluted
diluted solutions
whims words
wasted wanting
none other.
admittedly.

Painting by Wassily Kandinsky, Red Spot II (1921),  [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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