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When muses maul their inspired with intent
Her walk
struck like a burning shot of Tennessee whiskey.
her voice
spoke lust in the dead sleepless still of night.
her face
flashed a powdered nose lovely haunting dream
painted lips firefight red,
mirrors froze with delight.
you made me feel
and so this hearts hoisted white flag flies.
struck like a burning shot of Tennessee whiskey.
her voice
spoke lust in the dead sleepless still of night.
her face
flashed a powdered nose lovely haunting dream
painted lips firefight red,
mirrors froze with delight.
you made me feel
and so this hearts hoisted white flag flies.
Published 26th Jan 2019
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