Take a bow, baby doll. Lick that bloodlust from your fingers. A taste? A taste? You ask me for a riddle. I'll just hand you that mirror; you know the one. Sharp corners at the ends of those lovely lovely lips. Oh a taste? Yes a taste. Oh a bite? Have a look. Words sharper than the corners of those lips, yes a bite. Baby doll oh so lovely with a cracked porcelain face. You wanted it and here it is, now eat up baby doll.
No more of all this trashy nonsense, I'm heading off for greener pastures, no ankles and laughing all my way. What is this hole in my chest again?Why not, have a taste. It's all in what those teeth had behind those lips with those sharp corners, in the end. Maybe it's my legs, and now we're shackled.
Take a bow, baby doll.
I'm yours.
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This poem reminded me of a dad who has a daughter as a stripper and yet he goes to strip clubs and whatnot. :/
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arms streched and elongated,
twisting, twirling with the waves,
hair painting,
bubbles into the scenery.
I'll keep that in mind
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Blue m&ms and skateboards in the driveway on a cold October day
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arms streched and elongated,
twisting, twirling with the waves,
hair painting,
bubbles into the scenery.
There's nothing wrong about it, which is a really pessimistic way of saying it's perfect.
Insta-fantastic, just because I like it.
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Whenever ideas fail, men invent words. ~Martin H. Fischer
then insta-fantastic becomes you
just because I like you
thanks for that and the fav
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Blue m&ms and skateboards in the driveway on a cold October day
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