Little cleft box
Miss Keeper of proprieties,
sinful perspicuity,
and innocent inactivity.
Ivory rimmed suede lining,
I rescind said lying,
that devout little muscle
just swirled astray.
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Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
1 comment:
I've been a little leery of commenting on this poem, but I think it is exquisite. Frighteningly so.
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