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#plucking
Your brows If you over preen Will have to lean On the likings of A sharpie pen In the color coffee bean Then you will be A vampire queen Looking ever so mean
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Preen queen
You think I am a hen In god's house There for the plucking Oh honey How foolish you are To think it'd be so easy To get close to me My feathers are gold and ivory And my beak deadly Moving with pigeon toes You stumble and trip You thought this dance Would be swift But this is ballet And you are not my Siegfried
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
Aviary Dive
You’re still sitting there In the middle of my heart Plucking at its strings With your fingers made of razors
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Razor Fingers
I'm a man that has little respect twoard others land and property But when I saw that rose it was something rare that couldn't be replaced our bought I climbed the fence and plucked it from the owners garden Ran with it through many adventures I saw the beauty in the rose It was not like the others But due too the fact I plucked it Just like I stole it they stole it from me For having been the one to pluck the rose I had to face the consequences Oh what better consequence than to have what was stolen from me stolen I can see know what others had to go through But this pain and suffering is to great How can I live without my beautiful rose Now I'm crying feeling like the original owner Just waiting for it to return Right beside the fence Without the my roses warmth
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
The thief