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Peter Balkus Oct 2015
Miranda Kerr,
Miracle face, you can't
forget. Light of
grace
shining
on random me,
attracting my eyes,
turning me into
a jaw-dropped thrall.

Sudden amusement,
like death
taking my breath, when I look
at her - when I stop
and stare, and
I don't dare to stop to stare.

Perfection
mirrored in face,
caress
whispers of lust,
from lips - pink jewels like.

You can wear Svarovski rings
necklaces, earrings so on
but you'll never look like
her.
Goddess of flare.

You can grin and do you best,
but you'll never have
her
smile.
Mona Lisa
wouldn't even try to try.

You can contour and shadow
your eyes,
but you'll never turn them
into a diamond
sky,
her alike.
AuntieBelle Jul 2014
Fly man cried for
a big glowing squirrel ran
around
his fat farm
ball.
He ate
my magic
joy
frog.

He blames me;
the milk
was spoiled
before
I
knew
the carpenter's dream
or
the fist
of
darkest
unspoken
desire.
Don't date narcissists and don't **** with my magic joy frog.

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