to live the life
of pomade and petticoats.
no ajustable waist.
one imagines there will
be no worry, yet the
adjectives will prove difficult
for me,renowned for
few words.
daily checking hips
in slanting mirrors,
reading of heaven over,
which is life on earth
randomly .
gods throwing dice,
rules changing constantly.
i find sadly,
i am not jane austen.
sbm.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
to live the life
of pomade and petticoats.
no ajustable waist.
one imagines there will
be no worry, yet the
adjectives will prove difficult
for me,renowned for
few words.
daily checking hips
in slanting mirrors,
reading of heaven over,
which is life on earth
randomly .
gods throwing dice,
rules changing constantly.
i find sadly,
i am not jane austen.
sbm.
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