nothing of consequence
...she whispered.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The low spark...
Of high heeled boys
Set Chelsea on fire.
She ran through the
streets at night
All spangled & expectant
All tangles & perfectly pliant angles.
Quiet down her head with a kiss
And Oh the words she'll give you giftwrapped.
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ExilesCity
May 23, 2015 at 6:52 PM
Good poem.
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Good poem.
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