Titian to the art, delicate tissues of petals of the snow white pinkish rose; the flounce of Degas as ballet, dances swift, sweep the wedding song
to the two, the tender words before to be true of youth, of secrets more the days of honey, of birds, of dew the stillness of hello, surprise and mirth
~Meanders
marked beauty
lovely fresh face
symphonic smile
yet, everyone
everyone must at first
rub curiously at that spot
to check if she's for real
~ateto mort
forty-thousand satin hatchets tornado from some secret stolen. dazzle bite and sense it twirls in endless bent to lure a pearl, and in this sex of attacks woven lies the whys of my dive to freedom beneath'em.
~drifftwood
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