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Boyish flames
Grains of sand
Roll over her glossy prime
Inadvertently disclosing strips, tasteless (at times).
Eager Canines and their shameless lips
Heap all their nickels, and dimes they prize.
Sahara is thirsty; phalanges fight restless themes.
“Wear your contacts, show me the green eyes.
Be the smoke of a ticking dream.”
Roll over her glossy prime
Inadvertently disclosing strips, tasteless (at times).
Eager Canines and their shameless lips
Heap all their nickels, and dimes they prize.
Sahara is thirsty; phalanges fight restless themes.
“Wear your contacts, show me the green eyes.
Be the smoke of a ticking dream.”
Published 28th Nov 2011
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28th Nov 2011 10:27pm
a set of autonomous scenes yet i can't make up the relation between them. i feel pity for not seeing more than there is in this peculiarly elegant poem.
haha thanks.. pardon me for being so cryptic.. by the way I categorized this as an "observational" poem by mistake.
