A large penny for the mysterious sweet shop and
A wooden tray of treasures, for my paper twist,
Fingers sticky with sugar, giggling at the silliness
Of a younger sister with a boys haircut
Silver milk bottle tops on a frosty winters morn
Pierced by hungry, pecking tits,
Finger nails scrapping frost from window panes
Revealing the dim day dawning before simpler eyes
Listening to the breakfast radio show for latest releases
Above a chattering bustling kitchen
Shouting, a little sister curling her hair, that we’d be late
Pelting towards school bus, with Camus stuffed in a torn pocket
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
A large penny for the mysterious sweet shop and
A wooden tray of treasures, for my paper twist,
Fingers sticky with sugar, giggling at the silliness
Of a younger sister with a boys haircut
Silver milk bottle tops on a frosty winters morn
Pierced by hungry, pecking tits,
Finger nails scrapping frost from window panes
Revealing the dim day dawning before simpler eyes
Listening to the breakfast radio show for latest releases
Above a chattering bustling kitchen
Shouting, a little sister curling her hair, that we’d be late
Pelting towards school bus, with Camus stuffed in a torn pocket
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