28 May 2006The bleak time of death reeks with men and somber moonlight. The way of light yields passionately on the skeptical boy. Women turn their breasts to stars and shavings of sun.
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i wonder why i see the sky. it’s blue and pink and grey and red colours i see in myself in my eyes and on my hair. they are like crystals they shine like a flashlight in the night.
i am a piece of artwork i am a child in a woman’s body i am made of sensualness i am all the colours you see on my shirts,
Poetry
Author: LA
