A waiting doll in your waiting corner where you left me to love me later. Your jointed, painted playmate stilled, eyes wide and thrilled where you left for solace someday. I am timepiece. mantel placed with Christmas lace? I am mark the date your ticking tock tock knock three chime movement, seconds flat chiseling out time to spend Am i your singing cherub child? Red faced ruddy, trilling and wild Am i your avec la voix des fleurs? a note that waits here on all fours patient to be heard to sing in lazy ear someday? waiting willing wanton woman serving sarcasm and delivering indifference to the audience that's left behind two cents to the dollar now and the floors electric with the sales of mighty stocks and mighty bales and two cooper, two is what i gave you. for the love of a girl in disgrace of her moral path shall you advance her or will she be placed below. two pennys two. between her and i. avec la voix avec, la voix.
sahn shannon april alice 11/24/2014 sahn 11/24/2014