1:06
Red skirt white shirt blue-black bra
smooth legs make my sleep easier
the skirt helps me dream in beauty
or maybe just feel soft blankets
for someone who covers up so much
I uncover my skin
Dig until I infect
worry until I convince myself
fake and walk a line I
Did you think I couldn't spy
confess I wouldn't protest it's just
I talk to much for you
myself to listen to cut & dry
1:11
I rewrite the worlds I
didn't help to create. So easy,
I have it; my lies are hidden.
Books will burn before my trials
see the light of day.
The shutters are always up.
Dance for the audience of
night owls and perversity.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Quatorzains never seem to realize they have nothing on quintains. <-- More Poems
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