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#scowl
spikes and chains i enjoy the pain frilly lace and satin space you’ve got quite a pretty face especially when it twists into a scowl when you put me in my place
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
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If only walls could talk I'd speak to urs they'v seen u naked, **** and bare they'v seen u scowl ,frown and haul they see ur true face without the mask u wear If only walls could talk I'd make urs tell what u really feel when u say ur 'ok' if that gorgeous smile is really just 'fake' and how much of ur love and happiness did i 'take' If only ur walls could talk ...cause u don't want to
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
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Mum communicated with us with her eyes and gestures, When we interrupted her, Her eyes would be in slits and a scowl told us to leave, An angry stare and a cough was a signal, "no second helping". To the guests,"They are full". And if we dared her, She would bite her lips, with an angry glare that meant, no pocket money for a week". If we did something to the visitors' child who messed with us she would hold us lovingly, But tightly, a sharp pinch from behind and sweetly ask us to apologise, Lord Mighty! If we argued the pinch would be sharper meaning,"they are our guests". Nowadays mummies have their eyes burdened with mascara, and long eyelashes, Their faces covered with heavy make-up, They are so busy with their own lives and to ease their conscience they think their children are gems. 23/8/2019
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
When Visitors Came
Let me take your eyes, I'll give you my teeth. Who wants brown rot? You. Wheat speckled emerald rings encircle obsidian space. Just one of the things I love about your face. Out of the box, out of the realm, she is heart to my sword and my helm. Bowl of the bread, bowl on her head, she permits me the grand privilege: learning her will, learning her pain, learning her joy and her disdain, lines into dimples, lines into jowls, lines of a smile and lines of a scowl.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
Bright Beam, Sunny| Love Is Gentle
My heart pours smooth like a fine red wine, And I scowl and scamper for a glass in the night, So it can land so safely and surely for consumption. But someone always drinks it so fast with no remorse. And it was I who poured it. I allowed it to be drunk.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Pinot Noir