Nakedness, for sure,
Flaunts Aphrodite in seas -
Cupid at her side.
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Nakedness, for sure,
Flaunts Aphrodite in seas -
Cupid at her side.
Cupid at her side
waits for her to turn away
ripe is his quiver
Ripe is his quiver
And seasoned is his shiver
Splendor sparks in side
Splendor sparks inside
The skull, scattering starlight
In sheltered spaces
In sheltered spaces
There, where the cherry blossoms
There were humans there
There were humans there,
Behind the iridescence,
Where minds fear to lurk.
Where minds fear to lurk
I walk amongst my kindred
Lovers or buffoons
:santasmil
Lovers or buffoons -
What seems the difference, when
Both make us foolish.
:D
Burn and rage away,
Dwindle into ash and dust,
Floating into space
welcome, Bandini!
floating into space
i search for friends - none to be
found; oh dear, i'm lost
:D
Why, thank you amuse!
np :)
mm. let's pick up from mono's last line
both make us foolish -
dancing under hand dryers
in the lav like tots
(the little one did this saturday, something i will always remember fondly. his hair was going every which way. :))
In the lav like tots,
The automatic dryers
And sinks remain on.
:p
And sinks remain on
Yet spirits are now turned off
Should we hope again?
Should we hope again -
When winter breezes approach,
When the warmth runs out?