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His arm is over my waist as I sleepily adjust. Bristles of an old, worn curtain against my hip. I can feel that. That scratchy cloth barely grazing my thigh made me feel more alive. I knew I had to be alive. No way I’m dead. I would like to be the first ghost who feels a breeze.
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
Fun Time Ghost
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm Mwen renmen ou chak jou Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou. Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote Ou nan kèm tout la jounen Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen. Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an. Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou. P.S. Tradiksyon 'Joyous Women's Day' Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
Bon Jounen A Tout Fanm
but about cat ladies, with cats attached who most like their fel~ine femin~ine mistresses, also come in many colors, categories, shapes ‘n sizes looking to adopt a pair of cute kiddies, with promises of much stroking and endless affection to fill the void in my currently, sadly, totally animal~less existence But! we want a pair, cat & cat lady, for how a woman treats her cat is the single best indicator of how *she loves to love poets, who are most like cats, needy for exchanging purrings and many other endearing sounds and belly stroking, inclusive of the frequent recitations of onlylovepoetry* (a tiny amount of mutual scratching is to be happily expected as well)
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Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 1:53 AM UTC
not just about cats
I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored, Typing on my phone, restless and alone. I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes. I like them, it’s my favorite color - don’t know why. I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice. I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice. There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly. She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully. She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair, her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire. When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal - it’s fast and contactless - like the whole modern world. Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?
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Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 9:42 PM UTC
checkout
They say you are just an old gravel country road lined by trees on both sides for many a mile but for me you are the path of escape that leads me away from here I often fantasize about what I would discover at your ending akin to finding out what lies at the end of a rainbow would it be glee or disappointment It is said there is a great city somewhere along your route one filled with opportunity and excitement Containing things a rural being cannot imagine buildings taller than all the trees stood end on end There have been whispers of ladies of the evening and places where someone may imbibe in a drink or two or parlors that entertain many a man through lonely nights A young lad with big dreams can only yearn for passage of time for when that day comes wherein I will traverse thee till the end to witness for myself all that has been spoken about and to dip my toe into a world of aliveness and intrigue Andreas Simic©
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Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 6:42 AM UTC
Country Road
Femininity cannot succeed by emulating toxic masculinity That's female DISempowerment's job
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
Toxicity
You're a lady, You should be treated as such nothing less, If you're not cherished, uplifted, respected, All the things you deserve and more, You should wait on it, Don't deal with nothing less, Queens are valuable, Your worth is priceless, Don't let him take you for granted, If he can't see your worth, Leave him behind and move forward.
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
You're a lady.
My tongue be rubbing all over your **** Then the rest of that ***** I kiss, That morning bliss, I wanna lick on her until she **** Where you going don't you run, Your juices is what I want, I wanna feel you and taste you, Breakfast,lunch,dinner and dessert. You're the only thing I have a appetite for, You got the recipe for whatever I need, No need to beg nor plead, But you're the only thing I wanna eat, My favorite thing to eat and please is you.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
My favorite thing to eat.
wrap them legs around my neck, wrap my arms around your body, wanna keep u safe and curess your body. touch you like nobody else can, pleasing you is always the plan nobody will ever get it or understand. A boy and man are very different, Only a real one will know the difference. I like the mix things up like a chemist. The chemistry be so strong . Eat it like my last meal, When it comes to you I always need a refill. Some say too much of anything isn't good but there's no such thing of having too much of you. baby I just can't get enough of you I want more and more of you. I thought you knew . Ya blow my mind like some nicotine. It feels like a dream it can't be real . Talk to me baby let me know how u feel . You talk , I'll just listen. your beauty runs deeper than water in the ocean. I wanna feel on you like some lotion. Mositurize your heart . Feed your appetite. Drink your juices. whatever this is I can't or don't wanna lose it. Don't run I wanna taste you until you *** Dripping like sweat , you know you're the best. I'm blessed .
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Pleasure.
Come in and let me take it from there, Your body is the party tonight, The fragrance is you, The food is you, The drink is you, All I need and want tonight is you. You asked what did you need to bring? All you need is to bring is you, Wardrobe is your birthday suit, I'ma cater to you tonight, I'ma spoil you tonight, I'ma give you everything you want and desire. Explore your fantasies and dreams, Tonight is your night, I'ma make it the best night of your life, Let's make it last forever, Let's keep this moment, Stay in moment tonight, Let's remember tonight. I know you never had a man like me, I'm all about you, You deserve to be desired, You deserve to be spoiled, You deserve to feel wanted, You deserve the best.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Tonight.
~ "Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement." ~ A mixture of sinister and sweet, smoking gun at your feet. Reclining dead in a meadow, or wishing you were as you gaze out your window. Bottling undecided dark, catching keyed-up light, in random, misleading angles. The uniform hour holds Grace, Grant, and the mystery it entangles. Don't look directly at the camera, icy blonde afterimage. Everything you need is written on the page. Number 13, Mrs. Peabody? Don't you know all contemporary escapist entertainment begins by turning your back? Lingering on what suspicious minds track. The migrating voyeurism sits as the crow, wired and unfriendly. The method is an organism, an implication, a crossbow, thought, but unseen. He will push the girl, until you succumb to dream sequences. It's snowing humiliation at Winter's Grace, for out of the male gaze, invading your space, you become gifted at doing nothing well, in sheer under-things, (for inner circles & triangles of fur are all the rage in Europe). Yes, he hates pregnant women, because then they have children. So leave him to his work, to analyze your handwriting, and build that ramp directly into your trailer. His larger than life silhouette will fill the silver screen with tension, trip wire, and a ****** ambivalence, that ends with the violent sound of someone packing a suitcase. He enters by virtue of this door, and you leave through another, and another, and another, until the final scene alters your state of mind. Your pretty little feet dangling precariously over the edge...
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
Surviving Hitchcock
~ "Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement." ~ A mixture of sinister and sweet, smoking gun at your feet. Reclining dead in a meadow, or wishing you were as you gaze out your window. Bottling undecided dark, catching keyed-up light, in random, misleading angles. The uniform hour holds Grace, Grant, and the mystery it entangles. Don't look directly at the camera, icy blonde afterimage. Everything you need is written on the page. Number 13, Mrs. Peabody? Don't you know all contemporary escapist entertainment begins by turning your back? Lingering on what suspicious minds track. The migrating voyeurism sits as the crow, wired and unfriendly. The method is an organism, an implication, a crossbow, thought, but unseen. He will push the girl, until you succumb to dream sequences. It's snowing humiliation at Winter's Grace, for out of the male gaze, invading your space, you become gifted at doing nothing well, in sheer under-things, (for inner circles & triangles of fur are all the rage in Europe). Yes, he hates pregnant women, because then they have children. So leave him to his work, to analyze your handwriting, and build that ramp directly into your trailer. His larger than life silhouette will fill the silver screen with tension, trip wire, and a ****** ambivalence, that ends with the violent sound of someone packing a suitcase. He enters by virtue of this door, and you leave through another, and another, and another, until the final scene alters your state of mind. Your pretty little feet dangling precariously over the edge...
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She vanished in the fog, Without a final hug, I saw the tears that drowned her smile and swallowed her might till it was all gone. The woman within her, How could she die? The power she had, The power of her mind. The esteem she built, The pride she had. She lost to his lies. She fell for his charms, She fell so hard. How did she lost her self so easily,.to the things that go with the season. ............@lanech.
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
She lost her self
cheeks above her feet and lil tummies cheeks above her teeth tiny necks and chubby arms in final form a female physique all cheeks
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
cheeks
It's true I have some regrets in life The truth is..... I think now..... I should     have been Zardo and not Bardo Zardo I think has more of a 'Zing' to it It's a bit like Zorro For I too wear a mask, I write hidden     behind a pseudonym Moving stealthily like some elusive     Ninja warrior, Or like some swashbuckling pirate     hero yeah! I descend upon the Site with a    flourish Swinging in like Errol Flynn trailing     behind me great romance and         adventure I bring my magic, I dazzle with my     swordplay, my verbal acrobatics Send all the shadows fleeing, rescuing the poor damsels, the sad    heroine grieving Releasing the downtrodden from their onerous chains and shackles Bringing Justice once more to the     World I bring them all a gift... the gift of... of     Freedom!!! Then as suddenly as I came... I'm gone,     yea! I vanish But not before leaving my mark, with     lightning strokes, my Calling Card A big "Z" Z for Zardo, written,      emblazoned with my sword: The people they all gather around   just like detectives after a crime They view my wonderful damage,    can only stare and marvel Then someone shouts, he points a     finger "Look!! The sign! Z!!! It was Him...it...it     was Zardo!!!" "Zardo!!!" the whole crowd gasps in     awed hushed tones, "It...it was Zardo!!!" All I need now is a good theme tune [Song: O Zar..arr..do! Where do you come from/ Where do you go Zar..arr..do!]                          II O! the ladies of an evening, they come     out onto their balconies to coo To watch the sun set & the rising of    the Moon Secretly they sigh and whisper onto     themselves "O! Zardo, where art thou, my Sweet     Prince, my Secret Love How my heart it longs, it yearns for     thee, I can see you, see you almost, upon a     striking Black Horse galloping [Song: O! Zarr...arr...do, your brooding     dark looks, your flashing blade/ Riding through the Glens of Ireland     yeah!]. O! Zardo, in my dreams I walk with     thee, you hold me in your arms O! Zardo, can I see it...will you not show it to me....let me touch it, hold it,    feel it...your... your gleaming sword,      your flashing blade yea! Your golden pen from which    beautiful dreams are made O! Zardo your golden Excalibur like    sword Please! O Please! Unsheathe it!" [Song: O! Zar..arr..do, with your eyes so soft/ But your arms so strong/ O! Zar..arr..do, Greatest Lover of them     all!] O! the wind it rustles in the trees, a fleeting shadow flits across the fields "O! Zardo, is that you ? Is that you ? "    they cry, My Darling ! my Sweetness ! My shadowy Knight, my Heart's    Delight". [Song:  The Wind it whispers    Zar..arr..do/ The valleys they echo     his name] O! Zardo if only you were here... if    only".                              III Meantime back in my sanctuary    hideaway home, safely ensconced I reside....like some insanely brilliant    criminal mastermind Here I can be myself, here I can laugh, Here I can unwind, let my guard    down Remove my cape and mask, lay my    sword aside Here I can feast in peace & toast my    Art sublime And around my fireside wildly dance    and sing              "O! they know me,        Yet they know me not Ha! Ha!" Like some impish Rumpelstiltskin..... [Song: O! Zar..arr..do, Nobody knows from whence he comes/ Or where he goes/ Mysterious Masked stranger/ Fearless Lone Ranger... Zar..arr..do!]                            IV But now, back here in the real world I must again resume my humble    place/role...my double life Don my Civy clothes once again & like a chameleon blend in with the    crowd Just another nameless face...a mere    office worker by day [Distant Song: O! Zar..arr..do] Here I must play another game,    maintain my secrecy at all times, Feeling like a Secret Agent, feeling    like a spy I must yes!....I must live a lie For they must never know my secret Who l really am... my true identity Yes! I must be merciful to them &    mercy show them (& to myself also) For my sun...my sun it would burn too    brightly for them They'd all be starstruck, yea! they'd go    all funny, all wobbly on me They'd be stuttering and stammering,    jibbering and jabbering They'd go all self-conscious on me,    not know what to say or do They'd be all staring, they'd be all    agog "I never knew what Genius would    ever look like", they'd say, "And all the time it was sitting there   right in front of me, right in our     midst, But... but he's so quiet and he looks so    ordinary" They'd come down from other floors    just to see me They'd whisper excitedly "Is that Him?  Is that Him?" And the others would reply "Yes! that's Him, that's Genius! that's what       Genius looks like" Why! it'd be suffocating, I'd find it    hard to breathe I'd grow self-conscious too I'd be just like an exhibit in the zoo. And yet, y'know, there's this girl at    work, she's really sweet She always has a lovely smile just for    me So quiet and so graceful O! how I wish... how I wish sometimes I could just tell her, reveal myself to    her, the real me Silently I call out to her, "No! this isn't the real me you see before you No! I'm not this dithering Klark Kent    type office mouse Look!!! (ripping off my shirt and tie revealing my Superman/Zardo vest) Me! I'm Superman! Yes! I'm Zardo!!!" [Music strikes up: O! Zar..ar..do! So   strong, so gallant, so bold! Zar..ar..do] And she'd start to say almost afraid " You, you're Zardo" and she'd start to    swoon, to feel faint But I'd grab her and take her in my    arms, my strong embrace "No!" I'd assure her, "don't be afraid,     no harm will come to thee Fear not, you won't go aflame Look! I'm just another human being,    just like yourself" "But you, you're Zardo", she'd protest, " Look! " I'd say smiling, "touch me    and see, pinch me if you like I'm just flesh and blood, no different    than you", "Come!" I'd say, "take my hand, climb up here onto my horse, Let me take you to the stars and beyond Yea! Let me take you home, home to my place" And she'd take my hand and off we'd go Galloping away together into the moonlit night. [Song: O! don't go Zar..arr..do, don't leave us here all alone.... They call him Zar..arr..do.....]. And his legend, it goes on....                                                                                                                         "Z"
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
Zardo
It's true I have some regrets in life The truth is..... I think now..... I should     have been Zardo and not Bardo Zardo I think has more of a 'Zing' to it It's a bit like Zorro For I too wear a mask, I write hidden     behind a pseudonym Moving stealthily like some elusive     Ninja warrior, Or like some swashbuckling pirate     hero yeah! I descend upon the Site with a    flourish Swinging in like Errol Flynn trailing     behind me great romance and         adventure I bring my magic, I dazzle with my     swordplay, my verbal acrobatics Send all the shadows fleeing, rescuing the poor damsels, the sad    heroine grieving Releasing the downtrodden from their onerous chains and shackles Bringing Justice once more to the     World I bring them all a gift... the gift of... of     Freedom!!! Then as suddenly as I came... I'm gone,     yea! I vanish But not before leaving my mark, with     lightning strokes, my Calling Card A big "Z" Z for Zardo, written,      emblazoned with my sword: The people they all gather around   just like detectives after a crime They view my wonderful damage,    can only stare and marvel Then someone shouts, he points a     finger "Look!! The sign! Z!!! It was Him...it...it     was Zardo!!!" "Zardo!!!" the whole crowd gasps in     awed hushed tones, "It...it was Zardo!!!" All I need now is a good theme tune [Song: O Zar..arr..do! Where do you come from/ Where do you go Zar..arr..do!]                          II O! the ladies of an evening, they come     out onto their balconies to coo To watch the sun set & the rising of    the Moon Secretly they sigh and whisper onto     themselves "O! Zardo, where art thou, my Sweet     Prince, my Secret Love How my heart it longs, it yearns for     thee, I can see you, see you almost, upon a     striking Black Horse galloping [Song: O! Zarr...arr...do, your brooding     dark looks, your flashing blade/ Riding through the Glens of Ireland     yeah!]. O! Zardo, in my dreams I walk with     thee, you hold me in your arms O! Zardo, can I see it...will you not show it to me....let me touch it, hold it,    feel it...your... your gleaming sword,      your flashing blade yea! Your golden pen from which    beautiful dreams are made O! Zardo your golden Excalibur like    sword Please! O Please! Unsheathe it!" [Song: O! Zar..arr..do, with your eyes so soft/ But your arms so strong/ O! Zar..arr..do, Greatest Lover of them     all!] O! the wind it rustles in the trees, a fleeting shadow flits across the fields "O! Zardo, is that you ? Is that you ? "    they cry, My Darling ! my Sweetness ! My shadowy Knight, my Heart's    Delight". [Song:  The Wind it whispers    Zar..arr..do/ The valleys they echo     his name] O! Zardo if only you were here... if    only".                              III Meantime back in my sanctuary    hideaway home, safely ensconced I reside....like some insanely brilliant    criminal mastermind Here I can be myself, here I can laugh, Here I can unwind, let my guard    down Remove my cape and mask, lay my    sword aside Here I can feast in peace & toast my    Art sublime And around my fireside wildly dance    and sing              "O! they know me,        Yet they know me not Ha! Ha!" Like some impish Rumpelstiltskin..... [Song: O! Zar..arr..do, Nobody knows from whence he comes/ Or where he goes/ Mysterious Masked stranger/ Fearless Lone Ranger... Zar..arr..do!]                            IV But now, back here in the real world I must again resume my humble    place/role...my double life Don my Civy clothes once again & like a chameleon blend in with the    crowd Just another nameless face...a mere    office worker by day [Distant Song: O! Zar..arr..do] Here I must play another game,    maintain my secrecy at all times, Feeling like a Secret Agent, feeling    like a spy I must yes!....I must live a lie For they must never know my secret Who l really am... my true identity Yes! I must be merciful to them &    mercy show them (& to myself also) For my sun...my sun it would burn too    brightly for them They'd all be starstruck, yea! they'd go    all funny, all wobbly on me They'd be stuttering and stammering,    jibbering and jabbering They'd go all self-conscious on me,    not know what to say or do They'd be all staring, they'd be all    agog "I never knew what Genius would    ever look like", they'd say, "And all the time it was sitting there   right in front of me, right in our     midst, But... but he's so quiet and he looks so    ordinary" They'd come down from other floors    just to see me They'd whisper excitedly "Is that Him?  Is that Him?" And the others would reply "Yes! that's Him, that's Genius! that's what       Genius looks like" Why! it'd be suffocating, I'd find it    hard to breathe I'd grow self-conscious too I'd be just like an exhibit in the zoo. And yet, y'know, there's this girl at    work, she's really sweet She always has a lovely smile just for    me So quiet and so graceful O! how I wish... how I wish sometimes I could just tell her, reveal myself to    her, the real me Silently I call out to her, "No! this isn't the real me you see before you No! I'm not this dithering Klark Kent    type office mouse Look!!! (ripping off my shirt and tie revealing my Superman/Zardo vest) Me! I'm Superman! Yes! I'm Zardo!!!" [Music strikes up: O! Zar..ar..do! So   strong, so gallant, so bold! Zar..ar..do] And she'd start to say almost afraid " You, you're Zardo" and she'd start to    swoon, to feel faint But I'd grab her and take her in my    arms, my strong embrace "No!" I'd assure her, "don't be afraid,     no harm will come to thee Fear not, you won't go aflame Look! I'm just another human being,    just like yourself" "But you, you're Zardo", she'd protest, " Look! " I'd say smiling, "touch me    and see, pinch me if you like I'm just flesh and blood, no different    than you", "Come!" I'd say, "take my hand, climb up here onto my horse, Let me take you to the stars and beyond Yea! Let me take you home, home to my place" And she'd take my hand and off we'd go Galloping away together into the moonlit night. [Song: O! don't go Zar..arr..do, don't leave us here all alone.... They call him Zar..arr..do.....]. And his legend, it goes on....                                                                                                                         "Z"
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It's like being better and realizing it's because of her
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
She's the wind, and I, a mere sail(10w)
Lena, I promise you they’re not as sweet as you think. Sugar wouldn’t melt on my tongue. Did you know, Poison Ivy used to **** people with her kisses?.. Don’t tell my father, but Maybe, just maybe I do the same? I’m sorry, Lena I’m so, so sorry... I don’t mean to be icy, but I see that my breath on your skin gives you chills. And your arresting hazel eyes, well, they just stare at that forbidden place don’t they? Are girls even allowed to kiss? Lena, your hands move my night gown so softly across my skin. & I let you kiss me everywhere, just not the rose petals upon my mouth. I promise you don’t want to touch me there, please, I destroy everyone they touch. I see you bite your lip and it’s the sweetest cry of rebellion. Maybe one day when the stars aren’t so perfect, then you & I will be. *******
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Soft sweet Lips
It might have been a week since last What do I know I don't think about when, where or who You think so highly of yourself as I look at you with tease in my eyes                  but oh baby it's just a disguise You are not the one Not for me                                                     But easy In the moment the only thing I see is you pleasuring me When I'm done I leave you like a piece of toy left filled with joy                                                     But easy It's just for a time you got the prime When i find something new   You have been chewed I leave you wanting more Letting you know I'm out to explore                     sorry boo I'm not for you
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
prime time
In some parallel universe. Where blessings are curse. Where doctor are called nurse. You keep your kids in the purse. You sit on the dogs and houses are guarded by horse. Where the grains are powder and the flour is coarse. Where the rain is burning hot and the bird roars. The money is nothing and your right matters. The guys are scared to go out in the night and the world is hers.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Parallel Universe
You will feel deeply Little girls can write like dragon ladies, galvanise poems and spit them out metallic slipped through pavement portal cracks I don’t want to write like a girl anymore there’s no air holes. Dragon ladies told me not to I stuck googley eyes on my conscience diversion tactics I hope the world doesn’t eat me crack sun-roof open limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles. No canoe I want to be an radio ooost me in their karaoke voices if you stop being yourself, it will set you free. Cha-cha-cha. if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
You will feel deeply
Woman have                   more ***** then men most of the time.        It's pity that men are bigger *******                       all the time...
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Genital Metaphor