Not your Central Park,
a new cobweb,
and expectations of Peter Parker.
Find me
As Stickiness slips
the struggle
of gummy hands glued
While open Ended Ice Cream drips
a maze of mosaics,
one,
two,
three Purple Pin Stripes at a time,
and I still catch your Lips
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Not your Central Park,
a new cobweb,
and expectations of Peter Parker.
Find me
As Stickiness slips
the struggle
of gummy hands glued
While open Ended Ice Cream drips
a maze of mosaics,
one,
two,
three Purple Pin Stripes at a time,
and I still catch your Lips
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