Poems by Dacey Flame

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  • 350

    350 degrees to tick
    And "Dinner" sleeps softly in his pan...

  • Addict (2)

    Days spin too slowly in passing
    Net too swiftly in context...

  • Angel. My angel.
    No, my charge. I am the angel...

  • You have a fearful existence.
    You're quick, but they never see it...

  • I am
    The bottle...

  • I'd never
    GRINDED...

  • "Talk to me"
    Simple words, you don't deserve my answer...

  • Bjd

    Porcelain cold to the touch
    In production, eyes, nose, mouth...

  • Dark town with a
    Dark forest with a...

  • I know, I know. There's no flow at all and the...
    Lean up on on my tip toes...

  • I know a girl,
    who's got some luck...

  • Fetal positioned body
    Flesh still bloated and contorted...