in the dark
the sound of neighbors
miss Dark drinks oranges and peaches.
her struggle with a hot iron will end when the brim reaches the knee.
twisting naughty curls with her fingers
peaches floating. oranges flowing.
enjoying the solitude
always something's missing.
there is no thoughts in her head to arise today.
This verse is about nothing.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
in the dark
the sound of neighbors
miss Dark drinks oranges and peaches.
her struggle with a hot iron will end when the brim reaches the knee.
twisting naughty curls with her fingers
peaches floating. oranges flowing.
enjoying the solitude
always something's missing.
there is no thoughts in her head to arise today.
This verse is about nothing.
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