

Watching Mrs. EvansWatching Mrs. EvansWatching Mrs. Evans
Gentle, shy she stops awhile. Adjusts the blankets on the bed. Smoothes wrinkles with her fingers, says She remembers him as a child, The very nature of his voice and smile, Or how he’d laugh, and tilt his head When embarrassed. She turns and says,
To tape the last box when I’m done. Still her voice, a fraction loud Books in one, clothes in one. Fast, glance around and think of how This lonely room is part of nothing
That will not lie beneath the ground.


Cosmic BallerinaAn off-balance ballerina blurs in cosmic lace, As a fragile symphony dedicated to catastrophe.Cosmic Ballerina
Stars caress the white strands of her hair, slipping across her face with their polished
scales, and small mouths nipping at the ends like an alluring delicacy.
Her leg tips, revealing icy sweat across her
chest in a back-arching curve. The spotlight
blazes, challenging her grace in her dark blue dress before ripping her free into the
dark spacious sea.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Though i edited it a lil. I hope you don't mind. If you do, please do tell, i'll strip off.
Cheers,
Luke
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Regards,
Luke
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M.E.E.
DO YOU WANT TO BE SQWEEZED? i think not!
*after much mental strain*
….arg, not sure this is working.
Let's see, what do you want from your country of birth? Try Dewars Candies, Bakersfield, California.
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