industrious virgin

plath breeds divinity of sorts

as do white skirts and

rose covered scarves

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i enjoy purple sleeves and collars

i enjoy this loud music.

and i'd really like to meet him.

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i must've read a thousand faces.

undisturbed sleep once again you know

she's good for the soul.

it's good for the soul

smiling cheeks a happy vagina makes.

have you ever tasted skin

figuratively

-

drunk as a foetus

awaiting smashing noises

cracked porcelain

destruction by our elegant hands

soft hands both hands

proposition

take the weight out of this

run.

-

dilated.

-

i said adelaide last week right well no

it's perth

crossing a desert the pink lucy will make it you know

lucy how brave you are

hot pink.

flowers?

oh lets give her flowers on her sides

lets give her words!

lets give her lots of words.

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clock keeps ticking away

will time be hesitating?

we just stop it don't we

traffic stopping

breathtaking and

word stealing

you are.

-

let us eat it like platos afterbirth

feeling like a cup of tea in the hands of an elegant lady

dainty

red with white polka dots

or white with pink flowers

excessive love thinking sweetness, sweetness

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such a strange mix

just like the white skirt meets purple collars

it shouldn't but it does you know

and i wish to drown the whole house in this music

screaming

douse them all in blood

motor oil

station is non operational

burn it down without looking back and all tht dwells within freedom the chant freedom forever!

oh no

doodoo.

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and she comes quickly she's looking through my window

papering the windowpanes

peaking through

'you're early!'

i just came to say hello and those big enveloping embraces

you smell loke the roses on my scarf

and i can Still smell it!

on me now

scent

beautiful and glowing, alive and porcelain my little sweet heart

and they say play

play us a song on the piano machine

hate machine

is that the radio?

is that your radiohead

this just feels like spinning plates

beautiful to play.

lazarus threw the party.

-

so incredibly cold and full of sunshine

my fingers freeze flying over these keys

the cold

the warmth of a cup inside and out feel it rollong down to reside in my belly

belly of bellys

ohh the woman, oh the blood

the menstrual godiva.

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industrious virgin, the holy whore

christs lover

inebriate.

the claw of the magnolia

drunk on it's own scents asks nothing of life

drowning myself in a silhouette of dying

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i am on a red couch among lillies.

datura.

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