Open Poetry #47 |
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Falls of Glassbury |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her skin was rather decadent The taste of her lips Rose to another hill His lips on hers The raptures of the sky Opened along Glassbury St. Her hips were swaying With the herds of peoples shadows As they made their way down Towards the hills town Lips filled her eyes Red, candid, and blessed for the shades of time Skin and fall Glassbury St. came around Once every fall. |
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