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Because it’s painful, hurts, because it confuses and secretes; I stall the horses. It’s difficult to ignore, turn from, I saw a couple of miniature ponies in a VW bus turning left for the 101. I couldn’t say anything more, I bled in the garden, yaked, couldn’t stand to answer why. My body was playing along with the purging, afraid my horses grew wheels. No strong arm to turn into to be quiet. A window maiden, hoping he hadn’t come with terms and conditions. Prince-conditions, they come on horses. I have high horses, In the narrow ventures of my minds forest. I lean on them, stall them, stand taller but still a ‘maybe.’ A prince means, me, a princess. I’m not a princess, No. I’m an Empress. I have my own ponies and buses. I masticated… and, Smack. Forgot. Little Feather, don’t pain for a prince. Don’t hold your horses, stall them in the winter. Your Emperor could arrive pulling ponies from blue VW buses.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Princes and Ponies
Because it’s painful, hurts, because it confuses and secretes; I stall the horses. It’s difficult to ignore, turn from, I saw a couple of miniature ponies in a VW bus turning left for the 101. I couldn’t say anything more, I bled in the garden, yaked, couldn’t stand to answer why. My body was playing along with the purging, afraid my horses grew wheels. No strong arm to turn into to be quiet. A window maiden, hoping he hadn’t come with terms and conditions. Prince-conditions, they come on horses. I have high horses, In the narrow ventures of my minds forest. I lean on them, stall them, stand taller but still a ‘maybe.’ A prince means, me, a princess. I’m not a princess, No. I’m an Empress. I have my own ponies and buses. I masticated… and, Smack. Forgot. Little Feather, don’t pain for a prince. Don’t hold your horses, stall them in the winter. Your Emperor could arrive pulling ponies from blue VW buses.
This is a poem for my little sister who I call Little Feather. I wanted to convey that sometimes you meet someone you like and you want to go full force with them. Full force though is just full attachment. Trot in or dive in, either way you are going to get wet though.
#night#stand
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27/Androgynous
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
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