Poetry | One Sentence Poems

My date danced with the conviction of a dandelion floating this way and that on an undecided breeze.


The rain hit my skin like a toothless neighbour spitting his words cruelly between non-existent teeth.


He loved me as much as a tightrope-walker loved to tease his audience.


The wind smacked like a

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