#audrey - Hello Poetry

youre my photographer and im your hepburn(or at some point in a brief glimpse to me we were these) but my face is a little funnier and neither of us can waltz and really we aren't even in love like them but i do however love the sun and the rain in her (hepburn's") old Hollywood voice! her voice was so picture perfect in that way and I kind of want to be in love with you (minus the river and that drift wood dancing cause neither of us can dance much less to your ****** gangster rap and definitely not on driftwood) but I also think that being in love with you would be a surprising amount like waltzing to rap music on driftwood on a river but if there's a world where hepburn has a 'funny face' then who knows maybe we could find a rhythm or maybe we'd just get very soaked in river water

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Nov 21, 2019

Nov 21, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC

lillianmay

funny face

youre my photographer and im your hepburn(or at some point in a brief glimpse to me we were these) but my face is a little funnier and neither of us can waltz and really we aren't even in love like them but i do however love the sun and the rain in her (hepburn's") old Hollywood voice! her voice was so picture perfect in that way and I kind of want to be in love with you (minus the river and that drift wood dancing cause neither of us can dance much less to your ****** gangster rap and definitely not on driftwood) but I also think that being in love with you would be a surprising amount like waltzing to rap music on driftwood on a river but if there's a world where hepburn has a 'funny face' then who knows maybe we could find a rhythm or maybe we'd just get very soaked in river water

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A ngel U nique D ainty R ighteous E legant Y ears H eroine E loquent P riceless B eautiful U NICEF R ise N oble

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC

gihon

For Audrey

A ngel U nique D ainty R ighteous E legant Y ears H eroine E loquent P riceless B eautiful U NICEF R ise N oble

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Not being able to decide between Audrey and Katharine is not a real problem, my friend! The hardness of life begins when you meet Bette and Grace. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAO8vlvPS88] PS: have you seen Lauren and Greta? They might have changed their phone number.

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC

miss-clofullia

#DearIngrid

Not being able to decide between Audrey and Katharine is not a real problem, my friend! The hardness of life begins when you meet Bette and Grace. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAO8vlvPS88] PS: have you seen Lauren and Greta? They might have changed their phone number.

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The more he thought about it, the more Audrey she became, until her class, grace, breathtaking good looks and her smile were just cinematic.

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC

thomas-newlove

Tweet Verse #65 - One Tweet is Not Always Enough

The more he thought about it, the more Audrey she became, until her class, grace, breathtaking good looks and her smile were just cinematic.

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Now it dawned on him why he couldn't get his mind off her. She had that Audrey Hepburn air and like Roman Holiday he just couldn't look away

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

thomas-newlove

Tweet Verse #64 - Trapped on Holiday

Now it dawned on him why he couldn't get his mind off her. She had that Audrey Hepburn air and like Roman Holiday he just couldn't look away

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Limelit tendrils kiss her face, A muscular ball gown crowned with a poisonous dew. Before the light, as a tiny arrowhead in indoor dirt Acid steeped inside her while she waited for the day and grew. She waits still for the day when she escapes and exhales In a virulent chemical coronation with much ado. Her green ****** breath will choke your lungs and Lay waste to all things in a pheremonic haze and glue. Concrete parts for her roots in the noxious shade of a wilted steel jungle As she scrapes the sky like a biocidal yew. Useless eyes rotting out of useless skulls, Pulling species to their knees to subdue. An orgiastic tundra of moss and skin and fur Piling like toxic snow on a human avenue. Cold-skinned vines pulsate toward one another Humming strangely and whipping through And ever upward to meet the bright desert light Beyond her glorious emerald lair of flesh and mildew.

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC

glottonous

Among the Zinnias

Limelit tendrils kiss her face, A muscular ball gown crowned with a poisonous dew. Before the light, as a tiny arrowhead in indoor dirt Acid steeped inside her while she waited for the day and grew. She waits still for the day when she escapes and exhales In a virulent chemical coronation with much ado. Her green ****** breath will choke your lungs and Lay waste to all things in a pheremonic haze and glue. Concrete parts for her roots in the noxious shade of a wilted steel jungle As she scrapes the sky like a biocidal yew. Useless eyes rotting out of useless skulls, Pulling species to their knees to subdue. An orgiastic tundra of moss and skin and fur Piling like toxic snow on a human avenue. Cold-skinned vines pulsate toward one another Humming strangely and whipping through And ever upward to meet the bright desert light Beyond her glorious emerald lair of flesh and mildew.

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