Echo (rictameter)

by Melissa   Aug 22, 2008


Your tongue
suspiciously
spoke of constellations,
an unlicked sky gripping secrets
nonetheless, that mouth spat it's majesty
without ever stirring the air
proving no white stardust
really adorns
your tongue

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  • 17 years ago

    by Corinne

    I really love your style Melissa. The last 2 lines are killer!

  • 17 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    Holyyyyy ****
    you're amazing.
    The first three lines were so imaginative.
    It's really stunning.

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