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Jan 2017
She wears a crown
One foot ham-hock alley-cat bully monster
Her legs spread
She wears a crown
One high-healed furry buckled boot pump
She has two faces that both stare at you from different direction
Oh pareidolia girl who lives in the floor
Who's princess is it that's who of you adores
She wears a crown and she lays all mismatch jigsaw pieces of broken childhood, ugly leftovers, lint and trash
Of real disgust
This is just my eyes, my twist of tale, to hold my moment out of time
Written by
joe thorpe  36/M/cape cod
(36/M/cape cod)   
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