Privately Public-
for all eyes to see
Your's, exclusively.
Dropping internal rhyme on every line
cuz, AB AB makes no sense to me!
Just playin'.
Much Love.
for alternatin'
lines that intwine
during the instinctual matin' time,
that is most soothing and erotic to hear,
the slanting sounds of sleeping, seeping into the ear.
My, my,
There Dear,
Goodbye.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Stuck in the Death Cab.
paying the fair
to smell the stale air
of the past Cutie.
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