Melody
You let your fingers to a rat-tat-tatting Across weighted keys, With that jazzy little whisper on the tip of your
Amelia
His shoes snap. His shoes slap. His shoes smack. Against pavement. His tie loosened. His watch fastened. His hands soft
Metamorphosis
At three I sit At three I sit here. At three I lay here At two-fifty nine. Past time Last
Transformation
I've got to flip back between myself and who I want to be This silver ribbon that's bound to my
Longer Daze
If I told you there was something about you. Something that I liked and not just anything. What would your
Warm Water
Your daggered tongue licks the pussies Of a thousand maidens As you batter your lips and cake on a flowery
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