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  Jan 2015 mrs kite
oni
i asked if you loved me
and you said yes
but i do not know
if yes is yes
or yes is no
because you wrote
your own dictionary
and it is not written
in any language
that my heart can
understand
tight silk ******* with the lilac bra to match,
cream coloured knee high socks.
a collection of classic rock on vinyl and a compliments jar covered in news articles.

too many celebrity perfumes, but a versace collection that makes her think of the beach;
peach smelling deoderant.

chapter books on the floor accompanied by hair ribbons of baby blue and cotton candy pink,
****** by Vladimir Nabokov laying near the juvinile pale legs of beautiful sixteen,
as she paints each toe nail red, pink, white.

almost naked body, remember her tight, fresh lace set
hair perfectly auburn, lips perfectly light coral
mouth slightly open
Led Zepplin playing.
hairspray and rose powder,
unlit vanilla candles and twilight scented creams
she smells faintly of Modern by Banana Repulic and her daddy's cigarettes.

silently waving, a flag of patriotism
the beautiful, elegant sixteen.

-part 1

conceptcollection
mrs kite Jan 2015
playdoughy, garish, plastic voices

come from the poster

it tells me to 'dare to be different'

i tell the poster to ******* because

sometimes being different ain't all it's cracked up to be
  Jan 2015 mrs kite
Devon Webb
If you told me
you cared
I wouldn't
believe you.
mrs kite Jan 2015
i only ask questions

i never get them

because i am the needed,
not the wanted
mrs kite Jan 2015
the anticipation of pain hurts

more than pain does itself.
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