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PK Wakefield Dec 2011
that fragile instant dream
of when your body smallest
and supple pleasing nooks and
those 2 fierce shinning sharpest
spheres of green languid violent puddles
(of your eyes dear)
across from me spent into
the daft shaven molecule
of my stingingonyourbreasts head
a lean sensual evening
and you let me put my hand
up your skirt in that
stuffy cafe littlest cramped space
in the corner(in a secret tight space)
you let me purr wetness into
your softly cloven pile
andbut we just went on talking like i wasn't
FallenAngel93 Mar 2015
And her grades dropped,
    From a ninety eight to a ninety two,
And she stopped eating,
     From three helpings to just one,
She stopped sleeping,
     From ten hours to only six,
And these changes were subtle,
But still they were there,
And she slowly fell apart,
      Piece by tiny piece,

And her grades plummeted,
          She's failing now,
And she stopped sleeping,
      She has not had a bite,
And she has stopped eating,
      ButShe was lucky to get an hour,
And these changes seemed sudden,
      AndBut they were there all along,
And she fell apart awhile ago,*
      
And no one could put her back together..

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