read my lips for unwritten love letters #49

by July 2, 2009 0 comments

my lips

feel the draw -ring gravit-

ational pull of a clown girl


upside down swinging doll

of a million pirrouettes

sunshine memories and regular showers of


spirited laughter

and cigarette bitter stings.

twisted lemon sours

alcohol burns and acid words

and once they spill

they all at once pray forgivness

white chapel seance screaming

beg for loving

open petal oozes candy gloss


and absinthe

call yr name

vagabond hipster bearded

cunt breath


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