Mama's skirt with cherriesA Poem by Marriconstructive criticism always welcomeWrapped, then unwrapped, her skirt with cherries is mapping the ground. The walls are made of sound AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA through the hollow painting stand: White feet, the white on the sheet and the unborn that she carries after the kick, the push, the slap...
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4 Reviews Added on October 22, 2012 Last Updated on October 23, 2012 AuthorMarriBremen, GermanyAbouthttp://www.marrri-nikolova.tumblr.com/ 'If I knew myself, I'd run away...' I pick a word, phrase, sentence, sometimes even a whole chunk of text from what I wrote yesterday, the day be.. more..Writing
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