words trail from her mouth like poison ivy,
the venom verbage of angels,
as she clasps her thoughts to her,
placing then into a velvet handbag the colour of sin
then walking down the highway
on hydraulic hips that threaten to
corrode the minds of innocents.
6 comments:
this wonderful!
with an is in between there
lol!
(you should rad my rants.)
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I'm a foreigner to my own language and grammar, maybe I'm not from this world...haha
I don't think that i ever was of this world. So much of it scares the bejeezers out of me, myself included.
Thanks to all for the sweet words.
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