even faeries grow up
frolic! outcries and wet
cold grasses. dewdrops
giggle.nighttime backyard.
ankle deep in piano
keys and profoundly
unprofound experimental
poems
time warping half nude,
swallowing britpop
sugarcoatedlollipopcandy
smiles.
didn't know
flirtation. or she,
chest to cheek
kissing Sappho,
skirting patchwork faeries
tales of gossamer
lost.















Comments
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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Know your DeviantArt
Learn the Way of the Forums
I'll definitly take your advice into account. Thank you!
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do your part. love your mother.
i'd work on the movement again and rhythm and makeit not as frantic but a bit more soft rollicking fun......
wow -you did a good job of taking me somewhere - you truly do write beautiful imagery
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**art requires an open mind**
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