DiscoA Poem by Beccyfrom a memory of how it wasPretty little butterflies dancing in the light, with escorts bold and brooding waiting out the night; like moths they are, like moths drawn to a flame, with ice cold eyes and lustful lips that never ask your name.
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22 Reviews Added on September 16, 2015 Last Updated on September 17, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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