Write me the opposite of a kiss
and I will write fire that doesn't need oxygen.
Write me the opposite of a tomb stone
and I will write a womb warmer than any mothers'.
Write me the opposite of red
and I will write the opposite of orange.
I will say there is no good poetry anymore
and you will say good poetry is all around us.
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Follow Jeremiah's writing and travels at Gatsby's Abandoned Children.
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