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Found Poetry 772


he wore a thunderstorm on his forsaken body
veins like lightning leapt up
heat waves rising from angry skin
to burn a field of hair
when the guests talk, he rumbles
that each arm is a masterpiece
because they can push but also catch everything

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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