Coffee w/ a friend
Black w/ three sugar
Talking of arts:
Music and martial,
what made us sad,
what we found frightening.
We would rather be covered in snakes
than earwigs
Across the room
a young lady peered into my soul
I bare my ****** smile
she blushes w/ laughter
Blonde as the sun
Fresh as a ******
She waved at me through the glass
Later,
she dances to get my attention
swirling like a pin wheel
mouthing a sweet, banshee scream
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Coffee w/ a friend
Black w/ three sugar
Talking of arts:
Music and martial,
what made us sad,
what we found frightening.
We would rather be covered in snakes
than earwigs
Across the room
a young lady peered into my soul
I bare my ****** smile
she blushes w/ laughter
Blonde as the sun
Fresh as a ******
She waved at me through the glass
Later,
she dances to get my attention
swirling like a pin wheel
mouthing a sweet, banshee scream
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