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def leppard licks my ears
your smile follows
baby, eat my lips
[red lipstick taste so sweet
like cherry pie & poetry]
i fall into the night…
you think that you can hide
behind the ghostly lovers in my mind
…if i wear
black leather boots
knee high. and fishnets
will you recognize my eyes?
or p[r]ay to tour my stretch marks
& tattoos
god help you
coz maybe i'm the whore
sweet jesus, save my soul
with kentucky fried chicken
and multicolored christmas lights
that lure me back. home
.
maybe i'm just a purple balloon
floating over you
don't burst me with your stare
just feed me pie & poetry
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2007
