Sunday, January 17, 2010

a late night thought.

her bleach blonde hair
and sour cherry lips
leave him wanting
one more hit.
her arms slither like
snakes.
long, thin, frail.
frailty is beauty.
she plays catch with
her eyes,
but she will never let him
tag her.
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