Out(H)er SpaceA Poem by sinNsincerity
Mrs.Vixen,
please bless him. Yes he. Better yet, be Mystic. Kissless, especially when your quickening of solemn bliss commits the offense of sporting Celtic green lipstick. So grimy... Come find Me. If so- So smite me right where your shamrock heart felt apart and where you buried the dried up leafs crumbled up somewhere in between the weeks. Love was born forever and the ink spilled in and beyond the sheets. I know I say good bye, but I don't know, I don't know. The poetry keeps telling me to continue the worship of thee. You asked for three, but I gave you six. No wishes, just bites, so let the coffin nail pins sink into your skin.
Please bless him © 2020 sinNsincerityAuthor's Note
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