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Mar 2014
"it's like
you're a popsicle
and he's the sun"

my little sister said
with a strand of ***** blond
hair wrapped around her finger

she said it with a smirk
and a smile all too wise
for thirteen.

your eyes are as fresh as lilies
cut in the morning
with a crimson smile

the way your tender lips
form security and safety
the ***** of your hips breeds
respect and trust
the tendons writhing under
your hands are warmth
every inch of your skin
is love

and your sharp, brooding eyes
are hope
2013.
lady lazarus
Written by
lady lazarus  23/near the sea
(23/near the sea)   
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