by Sive Klaas   May 29, 2019

She stirs around wearing on worthless mind,
her scarlet lips like berries well timed.
and her smeared face blinds them.
She lumbers freely, and in summer, she's naked.
'ah', a pang of shame; the owl avoids her dark.
except a fool who lies; but her lies are as
beautiful as a host of golden daffodils.
The sound of her heels is the cracking of the burning woods.
she's well known, but always unique to them.
A lady in different cities, to different hoods.
A vacant mind he holds, paints naivety over them.
and her beauty, employs the fools.
if she's not your sister, i'm his


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