Riddles

All art, Ink, Poetry

 

Riddles

 

There. Hands slowly grab,
Pleasure our pain, then
stroke your used up youth.

 

Where the key is kept, a box
A coffin?
Two crowbars; not enough.

It’s me- my riddle
Words without perspective, no need.

Grinding tool, what did you see?

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Riddles

  1. Love it, my darlin’ Swedish fish! Your paintings always made me stop and think, your words have the same effect! You truly are one of the most talented people I know, and you have by far the most beautiful soul of them all! love you ❤

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