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Jun 2016
I've got a multitude of girlfriends.
I always have.
Her eyes looked as if they were cannon *****
Waiting to launch with an explosion of fears and tears
Little Witch Baby got a lot to learn
So little, but she got such talented fight
I extend my olive green gold covered hand to her
She hangs on, because we've both seen
The cracking of our own soul
At the hands of an undeserving man.

This other one
She always whirling a mile a minute
Anxious as if it had been centuries
I was never gonna ditch you, little sister
Though your skin and womanhood
Certainly surpasses mine
I make up for it with my uniqueness
And nymph like goddesshood
But you feel the need to drop some fever
As though making my sensitivity worry
Is a necessity you crave
But you got your swagger back
Thats good, thats great
You learned a lot from seeing
Philly women be so good, so oddly strange
Put down the coke and *****
When you're ready
That guy probably doesn't matter
And the group is so toxic
You know it
Retrain your mind with the guitar.

She finds herself surrounded by artistic glasses and hats
Programming and directing, she does as she does
Filled with denim vests
Tattoos that sum her up
A cat eye but no mascara
Whenever I'm with her and decide I'm gonna get laid
I do
We stole a glass chicken
Off the bar of my ex
She gave me the strength
To remember
I am my own.

She's exotic and dark
And I sometimes ignore it
Because our backs align so close
She's finding her voice
But remember humility and inner strength
I sprinkle gems and possibility
Her mother's got the biggest hold
Other than the fear of what she may never be
Let go, sweet girl
Let go of idols and what was
Echoing phrases to power through the day
Its been a big emotional landscape
We speak as if lovers
Without the romance
We step side by side
But I know I'll go my own way in time
And as will she
With love, with trust
With abundance.

Sculpted flesh and gore galore
She's handy without books and pliers
Finding and grasping with her own two hands
She's got the pieces of the puzzle
She hits the hay early and appreciates a good drink
A delicious honest moment
And calls me on the phone
To discuss our current stresses
Ball busting and a female leader
With her paints and tool box
Full of wire and trinkets
To make the world around us
Bolder and wiser.

I could go on and on about them all.
Too many to name.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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