Unfinished Poem Using Bits of Other Unfinished Poems

her eyes spoke loud of mischief

a sparkle in each glance

her voice it promised music

to which a kiss could dance

her laughter painted colours

bright hues upon her lips

ideas formed within me

wrote with her fingertips

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