My waist, my hips
are a harp in your hands
I reverberate at your touch
Surprise glitters up and down…
Day: September 2, 2020
Mold me as you will,
find a form that can sit still,
in the light of day,
or when the rain is here to stay….
alright for real though
how horrified would you be
if you saw like a cheeseburger floating in the air…
It’s a bit strange,
that such a full street…
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