the eyeA Poem by sea lily
i was spinning, girating
in the hold of his cold, pallid hands. lovely, endearing, lonely, generally melancholy, they called me. the bay of the crowd and the lure of the bottle. he has eyes of the frankest blue painted with the first flush and he stares too long. a kiss against my powdered cheek, then right above my eyes the third eye. blessing me, but i stopped being sacred when i let him have my body. © 2010 sea lilyReviews
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Added on November 20, 2010Last Updated on November 20, 2010 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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