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Tallulah Oct 2012
Wetting your whistle
Tooting his horn
Using your body like a loaded pistol
Girl, aren’t you ashamed to be born?
Short & Not So Sweet
Tallulah Oct 2012
I dream of you at dawn
Still dressed in lacy chiffon
Making coffee while I yawn

I dream of you in the sky
When I climb up high
& re-learn how to fly

I dream of you at noon
Of lemon sun in June
Kissing atop a sand dune

I dream of you at sunset
Of everything I regret
Your fading silhouette

I dream of you at night
In black and white
And everything comes to light
A past I can never rewrite
I am thinking about killing the last line of the poem and letting it end with everything comes to light.
Tallulah Oct 2012
A sip of alcohol by any means
Unbuttons her jeans
A tightly rolled ****
Will open her legs to any folk

For her lips are no longer sealed
With alcohol soaked breath
& Slowly her clothes are pealed
Dignity choked to death

— The End —